Almost! Almost home, thought Virginia.
It had been a long day. The office was a draining place, shades of gray upon shades of gray. This is a cubicle farm that would make Herman Miller proud. We are drones busily typing away, at nothing in particular. Monkeys, perhaps creating Shakespeare, or more likely reports of reports on reports.
Today was especially draining. It was Sarah’s birthday today. She is turning 3. A very exciting time, or rather it should be. Virginia’s boss was in a particularly bad mood today. There had been a typo in Virginia’s last report, and now was time to pay for the mistake.
Now, two hours later to leave work than normal, it was time to rush home.
Great, it starts freezing rain, just as I leave the office; she cursed.
I have to make it home soon. Sarah will be so dissappointed.