The pioneering story of being bored at work.
The time is 8:48 am. The office is a crisp 68 degrees, icy A/C wind blowing straight onto your khakied legs.
“There’s no water left in the cooler”
There’s no water left in the cooler. The crunchy tones of a 2014 Coldplay song, played from an ancient speaker mounted in the ceiling, dawdle into your cubicle. The printer hisses as papers emerge, important documents never to be looked at again after this week.
Lunch
The original review of eating lunch.
You unzip the top of the lunch box. Leaving your car in the hot sun for five hours means that the interior temperature has reached the equivalent of a small sun. Your sandwich has taken notice, and begins to wilt. The smell of torched leather seats supplants any flavor that the sandwich might have offered.
Sandwich, oh sandwich
With mustard and cheese
I bite into your surface
and swallow with ease
The sonnets of the poets of old swim through your mind as you ponder how quickly one can succumb to heat stroke.