PO2-112: Halcyon Days (Where Were You, Then?)

[penguinquixotic]

My first day back. After a short (48-hour) reprieve home, all the relaxation and calm was erased within seconds.

I should have known this would happen. I should have known by the metal dripping out from underneath the door to the backroom of work. During my brief absence, all the metal shards had collected and compressed and melted and pooled

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Halcyon days

[anonymous]

“Work is the world’s most beautiful tar pit.”
Indeed