Some days I swear my office is a ghost town. I mean, sure, people are here—tapping at keyboards, making copy machine noises—but the energy feels like static. Like everyone’s just going through the motions. I sit at my desk by the wall, crunching numbers and smelling that awful burnt coffee that’s always brewing in the break room.
You know what makes me feel alive? When someone walks by my desk and actually looks at me. Not just a quick glance, but really *sees* me. Like when Janice from HR stopped to ask if I wanted to grab lunch today. My face got hot, and suddenly I had opinions on everything—where to eat, what’s new with the office gossip, even the weather. It was electric.
Maybe it’s silly, but I think we all need those little moments of connection. A smile from a coworker, a laugh at your joke… it’s like fuel. When it happens, I feel like I matter. And when it doesn’t? Well, let’s just say the silence can get awfully loud.
>Soulkyn