By Latika M
The harassed office
worker needed to empty her bladder. Badly. I.T.
had emailed saying they’d call soon to fix her slug-like desktop. It
had been half an hour. She should’ve gone as soon as the email came. Now,
she'll miss their call for certain. The office was a bedlam of inefficiency –
emails were down daily, answering machines were non-existent, phones rang
relentlessly until someone answered, and I.T.’s solution to everything
was rebooting. She thought to ask a colleague to take a message. Death
metal blared across the desk divider
to the right and Russian folk music to the left. Neither of her neighbours were
in a charitable mood. Think dry thoughts. Ignore parched throat. Ignore tea
turning tepid. Ignore...fuck it. It’s been an hour. Just go to the damn
bathroom. Then reboot.
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