this morning #2022.

this morning, the moment that he sat down at his desk, the countdown clock began. only eight hours left of work left in the year. somehow, he’d been able to finagle a whole week far away from this godforsaken place. when the clock struck five, he’d finally be able to put 2025 behind him. he couldn’t recall a job that’d made him feel so small so regularly. when he started working here back in march, he was overflowing with hope. shiny new opportunity. sadly, that initial optimism faded fast as he learned that respect was nigh impossible to earn around here. low man on the totem pole. a token soul expected to cater to the whims of boastful men. for the next week, he’d relax. after that, he’d work on a way to get out of this trap.