The air con turns on, breaking the still silence with what sounds like a deluge of rain hitting the roof of this building, although the roof is much higher than the floor on which I currently reside, so it would have to be a pretty heavy deluge.
It is not. It is merely the air conditioning playing tricks, being a deceiver and trying to manipulate my thoughts into thinking it is something else entirely.
It will not work for I am alert. Whilst I was momentarily caught by surprise, I will not be fooled by its machinations.
There is a monitor next to another monitor. I am not staring at the monitors. I am merely perceiving the monitors that are in front of me without looking at them right now.
I am awake. I am alert. I may also be inert.
I think I am. I do not know, for certainty is something that is currently escaping my faculties as I float away, lost in my thoughts before the inevitable deluge of calls that will come through, with many customers asking questions that may not frustrate me, but will indeed leave me wondering why they could not ask a better question.
That is not a complaint. That is just something that I choose to deal with on any given day that I am at work, and sometimes on any given day in which I am not at work.
I do know that I am sitting here, feeling comfortable and feeling fine.
I know that there is food in my bag. The food is something that I shall eat later.
I am breathing. I am alive. I am perceiving. I am breathing.
I am not flailing my limbs enough. There is not enough passionate gesturing in my life.
I am trying to write in a poetic manner that expresses the current banality that I am currently existing within in a manner that makes it sound far more exciting than it is, but I do know that I am struggling to express the banality as I am also just writing to keep on writing and get some sort of expression across by veering off the tracks of life and not really doing a good job of doing so, I think.
With that being said, I’m sure that this will be somewhat interesting once it is completed. I am sure that it will be something that will have been written as it will no longer be in the process of being written once it is complete.
I am sure that I am sitting here, waiting for the beginning of something that will have a conclusion, just like my life once I reach my inevitable end.
Not necessarily a bad thing. It is just a thing that will happen.
I do know that right now I am sitting here at a desk, writing away, preparing for the first call of the day, where I shall assist someone.
I’m also talking a lot of fluff.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:03:01
This really was a lot of fluff.
I think I really was trying to do something that was sort of poetic but it didn’t quite work.
Written at work.