The sound of silence lays itself thick in the air, hanging above all of those that were waiting for the beginning of their day of battling with those that make requests both reasonable and unreasonable.
Tension was there. It too was thick, but just like the idea of silence, it too was an imagined thing brought to reality, for there was no silence at all. The low hum of air conditioning sat in the background, seemingly becoming just another physical feature that was there to be discarded when it did not fit into the perspective of the environment.
There was also the sound of people talking, waiting to begin and waiting for a shift to come and go.
But of course this was all real as it much better suited the way things were meant to be portrayed.
And then of course the deluge came in, but this time the sealing seemed to be working. Fewer calls were coming through and indeed it seemed that there was more space between the calls than there was within the calls. It was relaxing and things were finally going to be able to be done.
Of course though, time was of the essence. A lingering, unshakeable feeling that soon the seal would give and the calls would be flooding through, unabated once more sat above them all. There was a strong need to maximise what little time there was before it became too busy to actually work on anything that needed to be worked on anything.
As such, conversations continued and those that needed to get work done got that work done. They fought against the inevitable by working hard to take advantage of what they were gifted. Surely this should’ve been a time to relax, but relaxing could come later when energy was low and the day of work was over.
In some ways it was like a race to get as much done before the need to focus on doing the actual job took precedence. It was a race most worth indulging in.
It almost seemed that on that day the calls remained low in quantity. The expected deluge never kicked in, but neither did the discipline to get other work done. Tension remained thick and those that were doing other things procrastinated the day away. Eventually the shift went and people got up, stretched and left to go home where they would be able to relax some more.
Once home it was too late to work hard on anything. There was always the following day, however. There always will be the following day to get more stuff done before a deluge of calls comes through.
It was always just a matter of making sure of actually getting things done, but eventually it would happen.
Just like the deluge of calls would always come, there would always be the desire to work hard on things that were not related to work.
There was always relaxing, and there was always another day.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:01:20
I think this gets across some form of banality.
Written at work.