Working Holiday

Entering the office, she felt at once overcome by the generic gray surroundings and comforted by the knowledge that she had a place in the world, a place to do something worthwhile, even if it wasn't what she wanted to be doing. She was stuck at a computer for eight hours trying to block out the stream of office gossip that flowed continuously around her. Her fingers flying over the keyboard, she was intent on doing a good job, but she was also dreaming up another life, a life that included adventure and exploration in distant places.

She liked to imagine how far she could get from the office in those eight hours. On foot, she figured 25 miles. It might be a generous estimate. She knew she could walk four miles per hour, but could she keep it up for eight hours? She'd never tried, but she thought she'd like to.

She could be back on the farm tonight. Or if she took the car south, she could be almost to the ranch in Texas hill country in time for supper. If she drove to the airport instead of making her morning commute to work, she could fly across the whole western US and be in California or Oregon and it would still be early there. Early enought to take a long walk and have tea before supper. Then they'd all go down to the beach and abandon their shoes even though it was really too cold to walk barefoot. She could already feel the sand between her toes. Then reality hit her like a wave, and she realized she had kicked off her sandals and had been digging her toes into the carpet under her desk.

Comments

Laura said…
This post sounds very familiar to me, although I don't have a job as you described. You have a beautiful blog, and I enjoy reading, although being always just a lurker before now. God's blessings on you and your writing!

-Laura
llane said…
LOL, love it!
8 hours (9 if you include lunch) is enough time to make it to Europe via plane!

I know your office job isn't the best. Please know your feelings are warranted.
Chantel said…
I enjoyed reading your picture of words. I hope you were able to relax and enjoy a few quiet moments... in spite of not being able to go to the ocean and really feel the sand between your toes. :)
Anonymous said…
I know, grainy carpet just isn't a substitute for the real stuff ^_^

Lovely bit of writing. Sad but sweetly funny. Melikes.

-Jhaniel

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