Hovering over the world, waiting for authors to take up their pens [pretty much laptops and phones nowadays] and think up new stories, I contemplated my situation. It got boring living like this but THIS was everyday life for people like me. At least I got more attention than first person [who is a major hole in the A.S.S, by the way].
Hoping I would get some interesting people to watch was my pastime, maybe a steamy romance filled with comedy? Something with the similitude of a sitcom on Comedy Central? I loved watching those, though they were far and in between [mostly only briefly mentioned in trashy autobiographies written by uneducated thirteen year olds], but boy did I love myself of a steaming bowl of teenage angst. [That was why I took this job in the first place].
Humans [even the little ones] had a really surprising imagination for such inferior beings. Second person said this too and she's pretty much a miserable control freak suffering from delusion of grandeur.