Sunday, December 12, 2010

Work at night

I called her. Asked if it was ok for me to work a little longer. She accepted it, but didn`t like it. A cleaner came in. She dried some dust here and there. But avoided my messy desk. I felt that I knew the cleaner better than the other people at work.
The room was so quiet at this time. I could only hear the swish from the pipes. And a silent twang.
This was difficult. To have a new job. So much new. I worked so slow. And at the same time I had this overwhelming urge to have a full overview. Down to the smallest detail.
I tried to work. It was so much undone in front of me.

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