Misaki rubbed her temples, eyes shut tight and eyebrows drawn together in hard lines. The paperwork before her continued to pile up, no matter how hard she worked at it. It felt never ending. She sighed, opening her eyes and picking up another form.
Her desk was surrounded by many other desks, all the same in their cold, white appearance. They were in rows, no dividers between them save for a six inch wall attached to the ends of each desk. There was no privacy, and certainly no distinguishing characteristics. After three years of this desk job, Misaki still found it difficult to remember which was her station, only recognising it as hers by the small name tag on the top of her computer screen. Every computer had one, though. Its small text made it hard to distinguish each character from the next, and even after all this time she still--
Misaki sighed, flipping through the form. This one... ah. It was not for her. She passed it across to her right, giving her neighbour a small smirk as they groaned at the sight of more paperwork. She didn't file complaints, thankfully. Misaki only had to deal with requests.
Hah. Requests. What she would give to be able to request a change. She was sick of requests, sick of these forms and sick of her job. There was no challenge. There was no stimulation. She did a simple task all day, and yes, the pay was decent, but sitting in the same uncomfortable chair from nine till three (discounting her frequent toilet brakes and the occasional smoke) was pure, simple torture.
If only she had another option, though. She was only twenty-three, but this simple job was her only experience, other than a casual job she had as a waitress after she finished highschool.
Her fingers absently picked up another form, her unfocused eyes skimming the title. Maybe...
Misaki dropped the paper and turned on her computer, shocking her neighbours slightly. It was out of place.
Maybe she needed to just change anyway. This job was killing her. This monotony, this routine... She opened a new document, watching the little black line blink at her for a moment before typing the first words of her resignation.
She'd find a new job later.
