One of Those Days

Cecile’s foot-twitching evolves to full-blown leg twitching as her eyes flick to the corner of her computer monitor, where the clock refuses to march any faster than a hiker trudging through a sea of cold mud.  Her MP3 player mocks her as it sits on the desk by her keyboard in its supposedly-groovy tie-dyed case; it ran out of charge an hour after she punched in.  Most days she could survive without it.  Most days she’s a master of shaping her mind to suit its environments, as least as far as staving off workplace boredom is concerned.  But no physical, mental, or emotional force known to humankind can stop the madness brewing just under the surface when it’s “one of those days”.

{Today was one of those days.}


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