Woke up this morning thinking to myself: “Damn, I feel way too healthy! Could be a sign!” and I was wrong, I am perfectly fine. Almost too fine that people think I am way too motivated for our job. The commute makes me feel as if people are constantly staring at me with an evil look. How dare that man feel good about his life this early in the morning! He should suffer like everyone else that is the law of employment. Only excuse is the consumption of at least two cups of coffee rather than the usual one in the morning, or else you are a non-believer in the sanctity of employment! How dare you go against the traditions that make our society work, outsider! Drink an extra coffee just to have an excuse, or else be ridiculed for being “too hyper” by us, society!
Alright, maybe I am a bit tired today as that took quite a dark turn. Still, it is always a bit depressing when you enter the office and it seems as if everyone is half-asleep still. Even Betty, who flourishes in an office environment through gossip looks like she is struggling to keep her eyes open. Must be the repercussions of Monday. The weary soldiers come back after some time of rest, only to realize they have to endure many more days. The economic battle is real, and no one can deny that, not even pencil Tom, as I have now named him. His name is not Tom, but he looks like a Tom to me. Pencil Tom is fighting his urges of napping, even if his cubicle would shield him from most people’s sights. Not mine though and I am probably the reason he has yet to fall asleep. Hiding the desire to close his eyes and just, slowly, fall, asleepppppppufizh