But of course it was just another Monday in a row of days. This one just happened to be particularly the one that started with “mon” and ended with “day”, instead of the one that started with “sat” and ended with “day”.

There was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing interesting. There probably should have been something out there that was, but in our protagonist’s world, there was nothing new, nothing interesting. There was the waking of the up, the sitting of the down and in between all of that there was a series of events that concluded into very little other than another day of survival; another day of going through the motions and getting to the end so they could generate enough income to buy some more feed and continue floating aimlessly through life whilst occasionally being assaulted by the upper management.

Whilst nothing new, it did certainly feel like some sort of careful dance; or, at least it was analogous to a careful dance. Much flow and movement, resistance where required whilst being struck down again and again whilst actions unbecoming of professionalism were defended whilst attempts to continue on were made as difficult as possible for no discernible reason. However, there was no change. It was the status quo and that was the best way to keep it all. No one would bat an eyelid, no one would stand up and at the end of the day everyone went home happy. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Before all of that, however, there still was the morning to conquer. Would there be more walking or more public transport? Which way to walk? How to walk? Which bus to catch to get to the railway station in order to get to the office of occupation?

Walking would allow more music, but catching a bus would allow more reading. It was a tough conundrum to tackle.

Walking would allow one to be prepared for any more attempts from management to belittle and humiliate staff, but catching public transport would allow for the reading of words formed into patterns that resemble sentences; sentences that hold the appearance of structure and integrity, and it was a great way to lose oneself before the inevitable deluge that was the need to get through documentation and enquiries.

Well, so was music, really. There were plenty of options.

The sky was clouded and the faint smell of smoke hung in the air. It was, at this point in time, nothing out of the ordinary. Little would be changing and little would ever change.

Still, at least the route to the office could contain variation and that could change. There was a little control there, at least. That was always something beneficial.

There was always the choice in how one could relax. It didn’t have to be sinking into a couch and becoming an amorphous shape for a period  of time before reconstituting oneself in order to go to bed.

But still, overall, nothing new.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:52:01

This feels really all over the place and it’s not what I was aiming for, but of course these seldom turn out the way I expect.

Though I’m not really sure as to what I expect with these in the first place.

Written at work.