This is Part I of my series, Work is Fun. Here is Part II and Part III.
“Are you happy?”
The question from my boss sifted through the cramped office and clung to us like crop dust.
Huddled on stained couches and broken chairs, we all paused from hammering on our laptops to consider the question. A few people looked up and shrugged ambivalently.
He walked out of the room. We let out a collective sigh and got back to work.
It was early morning and the rise of clicking keyboards, buzzing phones, flickering fluorescent lights and looming deadlines smothered any remnants of self-reflection.