Sitting down to sort through their papers, the person of this particular story felt some sort of amounting pressure that could not be ignored.
The pressure was bubbling up from behind the lid, but this was not a time for it to blow, for there was work to be done and done work would become.
Slowly through each sheet eyes scanned over words and signatures were placed where required.
Sheet after sheet, more words, more scanning, more signatures. At times answers provided, boxes ticked and crossed, but mostly signatures.
No hidden language. Everything was clear, but the pile felt insurmountable.
It kept on going for what felt like an eternity, and it may as well have been, for the pile came in large and remained large for the longest of time.
Whilst sheet after sheet was passed through, there was much small text that needed to be passed through in order to get to the end of each paper. Each document contained something that was different to the last, although by the end of the whole ordeal they may as well have all said the same thing.
The biggest issue was that, despite there not being any danger or misleading intent, everything had to be carefully read over in order to understand the full content just to make sure.
This was their job and whilst it was something that they were good at doing, there were far too many times when doing it as effectively as they did made them question as to why they stuck it out for as long as they had.
Of course it could have been much worse than it was then, but there had to be more to their ability to work than reading and signing forms all day.
Read over, signed, checked ticked, read over, words, words, paper, forms, read over, signed, on and on and repeating endlessly as the pile seemed to shrink only to grow back somewhere else and being in a position to be carried to some other location that would, in the end not matter as it all went through the shredder at some point. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually all this signing and reading would become shredded paper once it was irrelevant which is something that it may as well have been the moment it hit the person’s desk.
Piles upon piles appearing, disappearing, appearing all over again, though thankfully this day only had one.
So many approval requests to approve and assess and so many getting through with little to no issue, for in the person’s mind there was nothing to worry about. It was all simple stuff that needed to see approval and little chance of impact on the suburban communities.
Of course, at the end of the day it all drew to a close. The piles were finished and the person could then go home and rest. They needed to, for there was going to be a new pile appearing, waiting for more assessment.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:04:72
Not sure as to what happened with this one.
I thought that I was going to be a bit faster, but I wasn’t.
I think that I was trying to express some form of banality.
Written in Redfern