I stared blankly at the screen. The boring white screen that had a day’s worth of numbers on it. Next to the monitor, sat a fat, heavy block of matte black metal. A few lights on this simple block blinked. The fan inside of it whirred.
The clacking of keyboards and buzzing of printers resounded in the office. A smell of drying ink on fresh sheets of paper spread across the room. The blinding yellow lights above sharply hit the polished marble floors. Not a single insect or grain of dust wandered the ground. How good the janitors were at their jobs! Hard taps were heard across the room as people strutted about, reminiscent of a staccato rythm.
I sat on my soft chair that felt like a brick because of how long I sat on it. A frowning young lady from behind, stood up and walked up to the photocopier. Her jet black hair was frizzy after half a day of business. Her light brown skin contrasted with the eyecatching red sweater that hugged her body. A scent of roses and sugar trailed behind her. The lady’s eyes were dark and tired, at the verge of closing completely. A man beside her shifted his gaze to the corner office. His sea blue pupils were fully visible through his eyes, which were wide open. A toothy smile spread across his face as a figure from inside the glass shielded room he looked at, waved at him. His hefty, muscular hand rose to wave back. Outside the window nearest to me, stood a pigeon. The pigeon was baffled by our ways. It curiously spectated our unusual activities as it rapidly rotated it’s head as if it was trying to make sense of what was happening inside.
I had worked at this nine to five job for five years now. Was this to be celebrated or mourned? My life had stagnated, there were no developments, good or bad. In an office of a hundred employees, I felt loneliness sting my heart. Surely the elites with their own offices didn’t encounter such feelings? They had everything : respect, money, friends and fancy cars too. This life of repetition was not healthy for me. Fans whirred, keyboards kept clacking and printers buzzed again. A half eaten cupcake was all that was left of my loyalty to this company.
