February 2, 2010
wake
She sat in her cubicle watching as we walked toward her waiving our mini-pompoms. We gathered around and her manager, reading from a notecard, listed the jobs she’d held in twenty years with the company. Twenty years summed up in a single 3 by 5.
A box and an envelope were handed to her. Inside there was a plaque and a note with the image of the CEO’s signature.
We shook her hand and offered congratulations.
In ten years she’d get a cake.
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Office love. A love so fine. Almost like belonging to a family, only worse.
why even get out of bed in the morning.