morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything.

There I was, sitting in my chair, sipping dregs, checking my queue. My backpack rested under my feet; my (new) lunch box sat in its cubby. I didn’t want to disturb myself, so I sat at E—‘s desk.

I sat my backpack in his chair, unpacked it, set it under his desk, and tried to log on. I couldn’t. His computer is password sensitive. So I emailed my arrival time to my boss and enjoyed my coffee.

Then I arrived through the office door. I noticed myself sitting at my desk, so I turned to E—‘s desk. I was sitting at E—‘s desk, so I sat at K—‘s unused desk. She works from home, so I doubt she’d mind.

I sat my backpack in her chair, unpacked it, set it under her desk, and tried to log on. I couldn’t. Her her computer is password sensitive, too. So I emailed my boss and enjoyed my coffee.

Then I arrived through the office door. I noticed myself sitting at my desk, so I turned to E—‘s desk. I was sitting st E—‘s desk, so I turned to K—-‘s unused desk. But I was sitting at her desk, too. So I sat at the boss’s desk in the partitioned room. I don’t know what I did in there since I couldn’t see myself. But I imagine I couldn’t log into the computer since it’s password sensitive.

I wonder how long it will take for the boss to update my hours.

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5 thoughts on “morning coffee: The Man at My Desk”

    1. Thanks. I’ve been struggling balancing humor, whimsy, and crippling loneliness. I’m really glad you’re having fun with it.

      If you have any ideas, I’m welcome to them. I love getting prompts from readers.

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