Thoughts Inside a Cubicle.

I wish I had thoughts to share but my mind is numb from the fluroscent lights constantly flickering above my head. My fingers are numb from constantly typing letters that aren’t for anyone I know. My taste buds are attacked daily by the terrible coffee that is served down the hall. I talk but a lot of the time it’s to myself since I can’t see anyone around me. I’m surrounded by walls. Physical Walls. Mental Walls.

I can hear the footsteps of my neighbors when they get up to make a trip to the bathroom or maybe to talk to a customer that is upset about spending money.

I’m just counting the hours down until lunch. Then until it’s time to go home. Then until it’s the weekend…and then until lunch…time to go home…weekend. Rinse and Repeat.