this morning #1014.

this morning, we were packed into this elevator like cheap sardines. i mean, some of these sheep could’ve waited for the next one. sure. i could’ve been the sheep who waited but my morning fog got in the way. now here i am, crammed in the back corner with a rotund man’s tanned, sweaty neck mere inches from my nose. i suppose all that has to happen is for me to chill out & handle standing in this overstuffed elevator for the forty-five seconds or so it takes to reach my top floor office. the women directly across from me were gabbing about one of their coworkers, a third woman who i also don’t know. i let their gossip be my lame entertainment.