Sitting in a far corner of the office space. Well lit but soiled by crumbs left by whoever sat here before. That’s kinda icky. I like this seat but someone else usually gets it. The open windows offer a somewhat dismal view to a grey building, probably government with all its shades and blinds drawn. I feel remote but everything here is connected.
I just rummaged through my bag in search of a supplementary anxiety pill. I ended up taking 2.25 mg because I could not break the half pill in half. I mean, I have the prestidigitational dexterity but in the course of rummaging through the bag I got all kinds of ink stains on my fingers. Did not seem smart to ingest potentially ink-stained pills, right? So I just took the whole half pill, figuring it is an older one that has probably lost it potency by now.
It is Saturday. Typically a slow day here but you never know. No good reason to have tanked up on the panic pill but it’s all good. You can’t really overdo it with that stuff. The risks of mixing it with booze are real, but my lifestyle of late makes that no real concern.
I need something new. This was that but now it’s not. I remember starting 2022 thinking it would the year of 100 jobs. Not literally 100, of course. But I wanted to roll through a bunch of jobs doing whatever was available for a middle-aged loser like me. I remain in the same place as I started in 2022, not disappointed with this but bored and burned out. Promises that I would move to a less stressful division have not materialized and I suspect they never will.
This is a fun desk to sit at, though. The window view is further degraded by dirt smears which came from somewhere but where? This is 14 stories up. How did dirt reach this height?
This desk also has, curiously, two rolls of toilet paper. They have not moved in weeks. This desk is near the men’s room but I don’t think there is a connection. I think somebody who sits here at other times just like to shit, shit, shit and wipe, wipe, wipe, all through the day. Except they appear to have never moved, or been used. No fecality lingers on the tissue.
The desk is also complemented by a file cabinet. The cabinet is locked and probably empty, but could contain classified, top secret materials related to the Zucchini Wars of 1887, when thousands of New Yorkers armed themselves with handfuls of zucchini and wielded their weapons against militarized fascists who occupied Farragut Road.
