The fluorescent lights above me hum like a swarm of restless bees, making my skin itch. I've been stuck in this cubicle since 8, trying to finish quarterly financial reports on time. My computer screen glows a dull blue, a reflection of the grey monotony that has become my life.
Outside, someone whistles a tune to the sound of tapping fingers on the pavement – it sounds cheerful. I frown, jealous of people living in the outside world. They can wear normal clothes, see sunlight, and actually talk to people without fear of awkward small talk. What was I thinking applying for this job, with its soul-crushing boredom and lack of social skills? My gaze drifts to the 10:15 meeting in 30 minutes. Time to muster up a façade of productivity.
Outside, someone whistles a tune to the sound of tapping fingers on the pavement – it sounds cheerful. I frown, jealous of people living in the outside world. They can wear normal clothes, see sunlight, and actually talk to people without fear of awkward small talk. What was I thinking applying for this job, with its soul-crushing boredom and lack of social skills? My gaze drifts to the 10:15 meeting in 30 minutes. Time to muster up a façade of productivity.
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