The Last Great Forest

The modern office consists of a detestable maze of gray cubicles intertwined and intersected though out a room large enough to house 2 families of 5. Today, mainly due to a late night gaming binge, I leaned back into my chair closed my eyes and cleared all thought from my head. My advice to you would be to try this and prepare to be amazed at what you hear. The longer you keep your eyes closed and try to reach out with your hearing the more organic seeming the dark world will become. The soft blowing of the fan vents, the low pitched rumbling of the ventilation system, the slightly perceptible buzz of the fluorescent lighting and low moans of spoken phone conversation. Of course there are the millions of tiny clicks and chirps of keyboard and mouse combos. If almost for a moment you can picture yourself not in your office but in an alien environment an unknown forest, pure virgin and unspoiled perfectly attuned with the alien nature that thrive within it.

At that peak moment of personal insight my boss slammed down her ham sized fist onto my chair. I spun around to stare at her horse tooth grin as she cackled, “Sorry to bust up your nap but I need to know when that invoice will be going out.”

I burst into tears. Mumbling through a mucus filled nose and rash red eyes I croaked out something about getting back into my special forest.

After a second of pity followed by a second of disgust, the moment became awkward so she walked away. I love Fridays.