I shifted restlessly, thoughts of escape bouncing in my head.
I turned to look at the clock again. It was still only 4:40. How was it still the same time since the last time I’d checked?
Stifling a yawn, I got back to my work.
Friday’s were always the worst. Most people got that Friday feeling as soon as they stepped into work, just knowing that the weekend was around the corner; but I never did.
As soon as I stepped into work I dreaded it. Everyday was a drag. I didn’t think about the weekend. I just thought about the fact that I would be back here on Monday. That the weekend was always too short. Then I would question what the hell I was even doing here in the first place. Why had I even applied for this job?
This job was so far beneath me that I just wanted to cry. I had not slaved for 4 years on a degree to end up here. But a job was a job and bills had to be paid and after a year of joblessness, I really didn’t have a choice.
It wasn’t fair. I wanted so much more for my life and yet here I was. Slaving a way at a job that gave me no gratification at all. There was no career prospects for me here. I was just a cog in a machine. A stuck cog.
I twisted with a strand of my hair, as I sunk further into my world of boredom and despair. My thoughts wondered over to people that were successful and the green eyed monster took over. What did they do right that I was doing wrong? I was now in a frustrated place.
In the corner of my eye, I spotted my colleague get up from her seat and put on her coat. I whipped my head around and looked back at the clock.
4:59 screamed back at me. Finally I could make my escape.
I got up and switched off my computer.