I’m sitting on my desk at the office, staring at my screen, waiting for the software to build its report.

My desk is quite messy with stuff that’s not really mine.

My second cup of ginger tea is almost empty.

I am surrounded by two old dot matrix printers and a photocopy/printer machine, so it gets disturbingly noisy sometimes.

The carpet is black-striped grey and the roof is white.

The air conditioner is turned on, but I can’t feel its cool breeze at all from where I am.

I see a rectangular mark on the wall behind Andy’s desk. Most likely, there used to be a white board or a map long enough to leave a mark.

Overall, this 2nd floor is pretty quiet if there no printing being done, or as long as nobody is eating snacks.