Bing. Bing. Bing. Bi—
“Oh my God, shut up!” She pushed herself away from the bleached pine desk, her voice ringing through the otherwise quiet office as her chair quietly rolled into the middle of the aisle. She stood up and slammed it back into its spot, grabbing her coat and storming away from her narrow cubicle to the sound of endless clicking, the occasional person clearing their throat, and pairs of eyeballs discreetly rolling upward to see the cause of Silence’s disturbance.
She stomped her way through the office, weaving blindly through the same tangle of aisles she had made her way past a hundreds times before, the tapping of fingers against keyboards echoing louder and louder and louder in her ears until it sounded like a drum, a ritualistic beat coursing through a speaker and shuddering to the very core of her.
This wasn’t a funny sitcom of characters brimming with unique personalities, witty banter, and backstories you were so inclined to follow along. These were people devoid of humanity, their souls long lost somewhere between the shrill bings indicating each incoming order, the inputting of data, the typing of ETAs, EOLs, EOMs, QTDs. Enough, enough, enough!
She pushed through the glass doors, leaving behind a mundane office life for an uncertain but thrilling one in the outside world. She hald finally taken back her soul.