The Comfortable Rut
/You don’t hate your job, it pays the bills,
Protecting you from loss, and unforeseen ills,
Your boss, your co-workers, they are nice enough,
Provided you do the right things and say the right stuff…
You don’t hate your job, it pays the bills,
Protecting you from loss, and unforeseen ills,
Your boss, your co-workers, they are nice enough,
Provided you do the right things and say the right stuff…
This day, like the last, will be the same. Arrive at the same time, wear the same clothes, do the same work. The conversations will be the same, the jokes the same, even the ‘unexpected problems’ will be the same. Monotonous repetition. Day in, day out.
If this was a work of fiction, here is where the story would begin to deviate from the norm. An event would occur to start the story rolling. A catalyst would present itself…
Read MoreSighing, Johnson sat down for what felt like the millionth time and began to fiddle with the plastic plant that was situated neatly in the corner of his desk. Another generic faux fern, identical in every way to the faux ferns that were to be found on most of the other desks on the floor.
A blowfly lazily buzzed past one ear and then around past the other. Circling his head like a passenger jet waiting for approval to approach the runway for a final descent.
“Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.” …
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