Late Night at the Office
Written by: Amorica Croce
Late Night at The Office My uncle Jake would often remark: “Just because things ain’t hard, that don’t make’em easy”. I never understood what he meant by that growing up. I guess when the old folks tell you what to expect from life you really can’t grasp what they mean till the expected walks up and knocks the daylights out of you. I’m sure everyone has that moment where they wish they could rewind a pinnacle moment of life and do it over again. I often do when I think of all the times I should have gone left instead of right. I picture going left in my mind on a regular basis these days. When I picture it, it usually goes something like this. Days are monotonous…that shade of gray we all come to see and despise. You wear the same suit to the same job on the same day of your dreaded life. It would seem that the ninth ring of hell is a coveted vacation spot compared to the confines of a three by three cubicle plastered with post-it’s. The various and never changing days of my life where I started and ended up going right all looked like this; all except for one. I rarely stayed late at the office. But, I was a friendly gal and the cleaners used to let me in and out whenever I need to stay a little later. The winters are always the hardest to stay late. You dread the cold outside so much you don’t want to leave after a certain hour. Seven turns to eight which turns to nine and before you know it, it’s eleven p.m. on a Friday night and you’re still at the office. What I need is to get out of these cloths and into a hot bath…what I’ll settle for is some freshly brewed coffee. (more…)
