The corner

If you were to go up to my office you will realize the quaint lift design harks back from the 70s. The squarish buttons are protuding with the help of an aging spring, and the gears ache whenever it has to pull the weight of its passengers against the force of gravity.

My spot in the office is placed in a humble corner beside one of the blind-covered windows. I don't have a cubicle and neither do a number of other employees and it is due more to the fact that there isn't enough space than the configuration based on seniority.

Very often laughter from banters and jokes will ring around the office, which temperarily covers my colleague's mp3 collections across the table.

I pull down the blinds to watch the cars zoom past and wonder what is in store for me down the road.