The key to any desk jockeys job is to keep busy so you don’t stare at the clock. Little hard with an ADHD mind set like mine. The constant lure of checking it echos in my brain until I give in and check it.
Three forty five, sounds like a great time for my fourth cup of coffee of the day. As I pass my bosses office to the breakroom, I noticed her leaning back in her chair on the phone. Clearly, she was frustrated with whomever ever she was talking too, as she rubbed her brow for some relief. She caught me standing at the door and waved me in, insistently.
“Yea, Jake, just hang on a second. I have someone in my office.” She pushes mute on the phone before continuing.
“Jesus, that fucking guy doesn’t shut up!” She said with a growl at the end.
“You ok boss lady?” I asked.
“Yes. I am just dealing with fucking divorce lawyers and its driving me crazy. Sorry, did you need anything?”
“Nope, was just heading to get coffee and saw you pondering what looked like murder.” I jabbed.