Finally. I close my laptop, get up from the desk, say goodbye to all my colleagues and start heading home. It was that kind of a fucked up day with tons of work that made you exhausted both physically and mentally. Not mentioning the fact that right after I got out of the building I found myself in a God damn storm. You could’ve easily said that the end is coming or something like that. Anyway, I head back home and right before I got in the elevator I get a text from her. We’ll talk more about her later.
>”Dude, work is killing me. I need a vacation ASAP. Work, work, work, all we do is go to work. God, I need a break”
I feel her. We became some corporate robots. I reply and tell her I’ll get myself dried up and we’ll have a chat as soon as I pour myself a glass of wine.