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A Day in the Office.

The Mundane Symphony

By Ekombe hauPublished about a month ago 2 min read
Photo by Christina Morillo

In the heart of a bustling business district lies a nondescript building, its exterior blending seamlessly with the surrounding structures. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum softly, casting a pale glow over rows of cubicles. This is the domain of the Mundane Symphony, where the daily rhythm of office life plays out in a seemingly endless loop.

At precisely 8:45 AM, the office springs to life as employees shuffle through the glass doors, clutching their morning coffees like lifelines. Sarah, the receptionist, greets them with a practiced smile, her voice a melodic drone as she directs them to their designated workstations. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer ink, a familiar perfume that lingers throughout the day.

In Cubicle A-12, Mark sits hunched over his computer, his eyes glazed over as he sifts through endless spreadsheets. Each cell is a pixel in the larger picture of corporate monotony, a puzzle with no solution in sight. His fingers move with mechanical precision, the click-clack of the keyboard a symphony of sameness.

Next door, Lisa taps away at her own keyboard, her screen a mosaic of email notifications and meeting requests. She juggles phone calls and deadlines with practiced ease, her voice a monotone melody as she navigates the maze of office politics. Behind her, the photocopier whirs to life, spitting out reams of paperwork like a tired old printer.

Meanwhile, in the corner office, Mr. Thompson sits behind his mahogany desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. He pores over reports and budgets, his pen scratching out figures with the precision of a surgeon. Each decision weighs heavy on his shoulders, the burden of responsibility a constant companion in his quest for corporate success.

As the morning wears on, the office settles into a steady rhythm, punctuated only by the occasional ringing phone or muffled conversation. Lunchtime brings a brief respite from the monotony as employees gather in the break room, their laughter echoing off the sterile walls. Sandwiches are unwrapped, microwaves beep, and for a fleeting moment, the Mundane Symphony is drowned out by the cacophony of human interaction.

But all too soon, the lunch hour draws to a close, and the office springs back to life with renewed vigor. Emails are answered, phone calls returned, and the steady hum of productivity fills the air once more. In Cubicle B-7, Emily stares at the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster as she counts down the seconds until the end of the day.

Finally, at 5:00 PM, the closing notes of the Mundane Symphony ring out as employees gather their belongings and make their way to the exit. Sarah bids them farewell with a tired smile, the day's symphony coming to a close as the office empties out once more.

Outside, the sun sets on another day in the bustling business district, casting long shadows across the empty streets. But within the walls of the nondescript building, the Mundane Symphony plays on, its melody echoing through the halls until the cycle begins anew tomorrow.

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Ekombe hau

Fictional stories writing and types of good narrative, histories science etc.

content creator in vocal media

lover of music

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Master of psychology and counselling

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  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Such a heavy stuff! But obviously they are accustomed to that!

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