Becoming one with the masses who commute each and every day wasn't that difficult. You just have to do what they do and you'll be fine. You only need to climb the escalator leading to the train station with groggy eyes filled with the monotony of everyday life. You just need to hurry along, and push aside anyone who gets in your way. You push people, intentionally or unintentionally, as people push you aside as well. People push each other, like they're pushing their virtues aside just to board the train that could only fit less than a hundred. You just need to think like them: you need to get to work because you need to earn money, but the only thing is you don't have any salary in the company you're working for.
You arrive at your office, and fight to wake yourself up. The task drains every bit of energy you gathered in a five-hour sleep, leaving you as productive as a cat taking a nap. With the world slowly spinning to a messy, messy blur, your head intermittently falls idle which results in the obvious bobbing of your head, just like a chicken desperately pecking the ground for any kind of grub. The hours pass with you fighting yourself, with you almost losing to your very own self.
The monotony is just too cumbersome to bear. However, there are a few people who stood above the uniformity of office life. They, at some point in your stay, are slowly becoming more than just a superior in the office. The thought gives you the faculties you need to make the push until 5:23 pm. You rush the big office floor to the reception to log out and press the call button to descend nine floors. Finally, another office day has passed. Finally, you are home bound, free from all the conformity you need to distort yourself to. You feel how nice the cool air is. Even if the skies look bleak and depressed, your hopes flicker a small ember of peace that after nine hours, you're out of the office. The air gently kissing your face was a testament to that, and it fed the small ember the fuel it needed to become a small, warm fire.
But as you step inside the bus to take you home, you meet the same people in your department. However, they are different. You try to muster a shy smile, however, they do not respond. They just look forward and gaze into an invisible reality, with their eyes welling up with the monotony of their life.
You arrive at your office, and fight to wake yourself up. The task drains every bit of energy you gathered in a five-hour sleep, leaving you as productive as a cat taking a nap. With the world slowly spinning to a messy, messy blur, your head intermittently falls idle which results in the obvious bobbing of your head, just like a chicken desperately pecking the ground for any kind of grub. The hours pass with you fighting yourself, with you almost losing to your very own self.
The monotony is just too cumbersome to bear. However, there are a few people who stood above the uniformity of office life. They, at some point in your stay, are slowly becoming more than just a superior in the office. The thought gives you the faculties you need to make the push until 5:23 pm. You rush the big office floor to the reception to log out and press the call button to descend nine floors. Finally, another office day has passed. Finally, you are home bound, free from all the conformity you need to distort yourself to. You feel how nice the cool air is. Even if the skies look bleak and depressed, your hopes flicker a small ember of peace that after nine hours, you're out of the office. The air gently kissing your face was a testament to that, and it fed the small ember the fuel it needed to become a small, warm fire.
But as you step inside the bus to take you home, you meet the same people in your department. However, they are different. You try to muster a shy smile, however, they do not respond. They just look forward and gaze into an invisible reality, with their eyes welling up with the monotony of their life.
2 comments:
masasanay ka rin sa office life.
Yeah, sana nga. Over 200 more hours to go. :|
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