The days go marching on. Today I sit on this beautiful bright Sunday, farting into my cords, watching the shadows change by the Nissan Micra parked opposite. Today the office is empty. Only myself to deal with the dizzying admin involved with the re-joining of wayward animals to their bureaucratic owners.
I check the inbox. Registration emails. They stack up by the minute. Hundreds of people who have lovingly filled in their details on our clunking website and pressed send only to be informed that they must now await a phone call from a salesperson who will proceed to ask for all their details again and put on the hard sell.
What else? Mostly junk emails offering bulk discounts for Viagra and dubious natural remedies for small penises.
Strip lights and fridges and computers and coffee machines whir insistently. The deafening hum of the building. I dream of the outside world.
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