Silence is suffocating at times. Time hangs like lead round your neck as you slowly trudge towards the end of the day.
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Minutes feel like hours. Hours feel like eons.
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The hands of the clock move at a snail's pace around the clock's face. No, slower. You wonder how anything can possible go that slow.
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You sigh and try to drum up some enthusiasm. But it's hard when you're in a beige fantasy office where everything is carefully neutral and inoffensive and totally bland and there's yet another task to work on sitting on your desk. A task that's far from exciting.
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Ever notice how tasks can s t e t c h to fill the time alloted. How you can drag them out so that you don't have to find out what the next one is?