Monday, December 5, 2016
100 Words a Day 959
The office was a neutral color. I don’t remember which. The only thing I could say more specifically about the color was that the memory of it leaves me nauseous. Curiously, the workers lowest on rungs of the company ladder weren’t the ones stuck in the bullpen; they were shoved together in an office in the corner, no windows. The silence of the office was regularly broken by the sounds of typing. And less-frequently by gossip and age-related chatter. Everyone’s furniture was identical, black chairs and white tables. There were some small variances, minimal, in the offices of the leadership.