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I'm sitting in my undeserted office. I can see my computer screen - normally I just blank everything else out, but I can see - to left of screen - empty mug (was full of first laxative cuppa of the day), various folders full of work related bumph and rules which I never look at, finding it easier to just ask colleagues, an inherited pack of Slim A Soup, those weird vamparic things for plling out staples (there's two - will they breed), a stapler, an inherited bottle of Milk Thistle, works phone, my intray (mercifully half empty), A CR Rom that fallen out the side of myintray(looks - Work Related Stress), and immeadiatly next to me the folder I'm supposed to be working out of, and a pen. Various project files are also on desk. To my right - mousemat, mouse, empty plastic cup (was full of water, another few pages of this spreadsheet. I have a picture of the a statue of the Buddha tacked up on my little desk divider thingy, a elic of one of our projects. The most interesting thingsI can see looking around this boring non-descript office - a banana, various potted plants and a furry cow perched atop a colleagues computer.
Hearing - surprising absence of conversation for this many people. Hum of air conditioners and printer, one dull work exhange of formalities between colleagues, tiny tap tap tapping of keys, as if minature horses were riding over the keyboards. Offices eat the soul, they really do.
Smelling - not much. Ozone whiff from combination of PCs and air con. Possible faint undertone of furniture polish.
Wearing - the same bloody jeans I always wear, nodescript blue T-Shirt, Adidas trainers, boxers. Which are not mine, I accidentally picked then up at Glastonbury from the bloke I ws sharing a tent with. He's a lot smaller than me, so they're a bit tight. They're elasticated though, so that's okay. My hair is far too long, straggly bits where my sideies should be.
Feeling - have cycled through mild distaste for some of my colleagues, due to them getting all excited about someone's baby (an email has just gone round announcing the birth). The people making the most noise were people who I regard as emotionally dead, so sudden burst of demonstrative emotion make me a bit nauseous. Prior to that, mild andre and irritation at the incomprehensibility of the task I'm supposed to doing. Now, mild amusement and indifference. |
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