DING!

I look at my screen, then up, then back to my screen, and then up, then back to my screen again. “DING!” I think this to myself as I sit between these four cold white walls. Each time someone passes and waves, I lose focus on my tasks for a brief moment to be courteous and say, “good morning”. “DING!” But I don’t want to. An electronic notepad at my side, telling me the tasks to do today constricts my time to this space, “DING,” but I’m both the prisoner and the warden between these walls. My monitor shouts email after email, each time with a “ding”. “DING!” The white board filled with notes I have written in five different locations and the, “DING,” cat calendar being the most creative thing I own, telling me to hang on as it barely hangs on to the off-brand command strip I placed on the wall. Crappy carpet crawls the ground creating a mixed color of puke and mucus, “DING,” and  an empty chair in front of my cluttered work space staring back at me waiting to finally be embraced by someone, but another day goes leaving it’s arm’s empty and numb . . . “DING!”