It felt like I was the only one. Always here early. It didn't bother me, not as much as some of the people that arrived late. I stared at my screen, typing as usual. Sorting through numbers and looking up text. My mind would always drift away. I worked almost as a machine. Everything lost it's meaning. Except for the clock, it was the only thing that ever mattered at the office. It was our master. Gave us something to look forward to. It told us when we could eat, and more importantly when we could leave.
“How early was I?”, I thought. Usually there are people here by now. The screen lit my face, and helped me find my coffee in the dimly lit cubical. The clock was never late, it's always on time. It's promises were always kept, hardly ever broken. Unless our promise of new batteries was never fulfilled.
Again I got lost in my work. Scrolling down in what seemed like an endless database of customer information. “It's important to have time to yourself” I thought, or else you just go crazy. You can't think clearly in this place anyways. But you can't have free time unless you give your time up for others. Plus I was due for a promotion, I knew then I would have much more free time, so I'm better off just pounding away on this machine.
I was still sitting in an empty office. “Whats going on?” I said under my breath. Fuck me, it's Saturday. Nobody switched my batteries.
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