I was one of them.
A poor lost soul drowning in a midst of unsmiling faces , furrowed brows, and quick stepping shadows.
Yes, I was an office worker entrenched in a cubicle for 11 months. One day I got my parole and never went back.
It’s been a long time since then but last week I had a flashback and felt like I had just violated my parole and was back inside.
It happened when I was in town for a business meeting. I was having a quick cuppa at a cafe and looked out the window.
And there they were again. The lost souls. Their faces were different but everything else was the same.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said, ‘never again’.
Apologies to any happy office workers
