Tower of Terror - An elevator ride

The door to the elevator closes.  The office tower was built in the 60s.  Nice brown panelling, yellow lighting that does not rid the space of all shadows, orange squares glowing orange (numbers 5 and 10).  Old stained carpet.  A man is in the elevator next to me.  We stare at the orange, brown and carpet but don't dare glance at each other (oh no! not eye contact!).

An overpowering sense of malaise overtakes me as I ride up to the fifth floor.  Up a well to an office.  For twenty years I have done this on a daily basis.  Now that I have not worked for two months I've been freed from this daily ritual.

Limiting, powerless.  Follow, pace, march.  Group think.  NO!

No not an office job!

Creativity, artistic, helping, decision making, authority.  YES!

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