This is Part III of my series, Work is Fun. Here is Part I and Part II.
In the winter, the weather outside bled through the office windows, accentuating the filth and decay surrounding us inside.
The drab, hazy grey skies mirrored the blank and fading walls.
Snowflakes fell lightly through naked branches like the gathered dust that tumbled down from the drapes and bookshelves above our desks.
This is Part II of my series, Work is Fun. Here is Part I and Part III.
Morale dipped after a week of working with the drone boss. You wouldn’t have been able to tell at a glance because our faces remained blank as ever.
Our reports, on the other hand, were filled with egregious, unprofessional typographical errors revealing the downtrodden mood wafting across the front lines.
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.
