He stood in the hallway, fogging the glass as he peered into his office.
There were thick files waiting for him on his desk. There were mounts of paper about to tip over like dominos into each other.
He thought of his career. He thought of how many trees were destroyed to create those mountains. He thought of skipping lunch so he could escape an hour early. He thought of how much he missed his dog, and how much they both loved to spend their -unemployed-days taking terrible selfies and rescuing spiders from his wife. He thought of how much he missed his wife, and how lucky she was to work from home. And how lucky he was to work.
I miss you buddy…
He shut the door. He slung his backpack over his chair and powered his computer.
He was beginning to think they were right about him doing too much.
He was a writer. A DJ. A filmmaker. A part time sous-chef and a crime fighter dubbed by the social media as The Master Chef. He was also well known liar– to himself and his peers.
He grabbed a stack of paper and loaded it onto the outdated scanner. He pressed the on button.
The scanner was jammed.
He sighed. “Brick by brick…”
He reclined his chair.
Its going to be a long day.