Lucas Wade sat in his cubical waiting for the seconds to change. How long has he been sitting there? Five minutes? Ten minutes? An hour? Two? Try 15 blasted years of his life. Wasting away at TelioTech for fifteen years. Jesus, had it been that long?
TelioTech did have its advantages though, and that was Jacqueline. The most beautiful girl, no scratch that, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Thirty-five feet away from her desk was his. Most of his day was spent imagining and contemplating how many steps it would take to make the journey to her.
He stared at the clock on his desk. Was time going backwards?!! What time was it?! 9:17. Holy shit. Two minutes! He was fifteen minutes late and he has only been here for two minutes.
If it is not yet clear, Lucas hates his job. However, Lucas hates to use the word hate to describe how he feels about it. He thinks it's too light of a word for how he feels about it. He despises the menial tasks his boss puts him on. He detests his parking spot. He loathes the copy machine that jams, tears and destroys his work. Every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of every day he is continuously in an odious state.
It is his purgatory. He cannot escape it. His work lacks purpose. His computer freezes and shuts down involuntarily. His chair squeaks. His eye line is Jacqueline, but even that haunts him because he will never have the courage to make the thirty-five foot journey.
Lucas rose from his chair and took the first step of his journey.