Today, my three favorite coworkers and I stepped out for lunch like we do everyday in order to get out of the office and get some fresh air. We went to the Thai place we frequent, right down the street on Wilshire Blvd. and sat down in the tiny, familiar quarter where we already knew what each of us was going to order. The chatter consisted of each of us taking our turn, bitching about the insignificant and meaningless battles we fight every day. Then it became silent. I gazed into my coworkers' faces, all of them, defeated. I realized that was what I looked like every day to them during lunch. I believe that we have all reached the point that even lunch isn't enough solace in order to muster our strength to get through the rest of the day. The pregnant pause between the morning and the afternoon no longer provides us with that skip in our step it once did, when we would saunter up to our building and ride all 25 floors up, jubilant and energized, ready to face the afternoon and the rest of the week.
There was a blank, slack-jawed expression in all of my intelligent and charismatic coworkers and it pulled my spirits down immensely. They don't deserve to feel like this, day in and day out. I can't help but wonder when it will all change for us.
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