WORK

Sitting in one spot, trying to force my eyes away from the clock that never seems to move, proving that this may be the single longest day this week, and its only Thursday. Silently I pray to get sick, or stick myself with a rusty paperclip left by the last person who died chained to this desk. Suddenly I am a hypochondriac, my back spasms and my lungs contract, my eyes flutter and my stomach reacts to the iced latte that I drank this morning and every morning since the 1st day of summer. WE’VE GOT A RUNNER, is what they’d yell as I sprint for the front door, leaving nail marks as I’m dragged back across the floor. Without the energy to kick let alone scream, this can’t possibly be what Adulthood means. Rats racing only for the weekly or biweekly cheese, hunched over keyboards under hawk eyes constantly looking for any signs of insubordination. The gravitational pull of the candy jar adds pounds to a waist line that used to be almost non-existent; my immune system has built up a natural resistance to the voices at the other end of phone, my brain screams JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!! The constant ringing, keyboard clicking, faxing, printing echoes in the space between my ears; my brain has turned to mush from the repetitiousness of it all…and if I get one more call….riiiiinnnngggg (calmly) Hello this is Nicole, How may I help you…