Chronicle of the cubicle’s Ghost

#This post is part of my 30 days writing challenge.

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What is the issue that I wanted to discuss? With whom? Was it urgent? 
Wearing my pro beats, alternating between noise canceling mode to get things done, and between transparency mode to delve into intriguing convos when I need a break.

Hands are wearing out, vigorously typing and continuously scrolling through endless opened taps. My feet are tapping, imitating the rhythm of the “Stop procrastination” playlist while I am sprinting the marathon of my “To do list”.
The document is bare, barely making any sense. Hard files are all over, hardly looked at. Thoughts are whispering thoughts that are suddenly abandoning me. Footsteps are approaching announcing a visitor that escaped my cubicle at last.

Enough is enough, I screamed. Thankfully, I realized that screaming was a thought that I abandoned. I recalibrated, sipped from my green tea that had been lying in savasana for 4 hours, and decided to “Just do it”.

I winked to my inner revived productive Abulrahman, let’s go. 

I wrote quick succinct email replies, ripped some old Post-it notes, and pinned new ones in the wall.

I felt ecstatic and ready to roll but suddenly a familiar rusty throat is cleared and about to announce an unwelcome visit. Then, equally familiar steps are approaching but no one is there. 

Eventually, a voice abruptly said to me: “Quite, you have been acquitted and it is time to quit”;

You are no longer dreading Sundays and no longer working on Saturdays to make working days more tolerable. 

I gasped as I realized that the voice was my soul that I left home.