Lazy Hazy Days

It was a bright and shining morning in a small government office. The quiet hum of a half-dozen computers filled the air. The buzzing of the Carrier air conditioner chimed in on occasion to deliver a stunning duet reminiscent of other appliance masters like the prima donna Frigidaire or the late Viking sensation of the previous era. Sadly, this particular apparatus fell short of its refrigerator cousins leaving the room none too cool and somewhat humid.
A warm glow advanced from the south-facing window as noon approached. Altogether the air could be compared to a soft linen sheet wrapping its way around the human form, ever responsive to subtle movement and always providing a gentle comfort that would coax any loyal public servant into a trance-like state far removed from the unwaivering perserverance with which his duties are handled each and everyday.
Any of said employees might be particularly susceptible if they had been assailed and obliged to take advantage of the previous evening's first morning hours with the likes of charred animal flesh and malted intoxicants. If such an employee were to have been similarly accosted on several evenings consecutively, one might venture a guess that he could become a consistent victim of these siren-like vapours. Vapours that sing to him each and every morning drawing him into a waking slumber and leaving him not unlike one of Bruce Campbell's cinematic adversaries (although far more attractive).

Workday Anthem

Clicking, Ticking, Buzzing, Humming
Glorious, rhythmic sounds of perpetual chatter
Biting, Gnawing, Scratching, Drumming
The drone-bot churns through pictorial matter

Analyzing, catalyzing, sending, receiving
Electronic nodes joyously play
Shifting, sifting, but never believing
The able mind is wasted each day

Efficiency, proficiency and utter Contentment
Words that echo from plastics metals and rocks
Repetition, attrition and pure resentment
The suffering of a man stuck in a box

A Walk in the Park...

It was a rainy day in O-ville and I was taking a stroll in the park. At least it was, but by the time I pulled my uncooperative body out of bed, the sun was shining and the birds had decided it was their solemn duty to trumpet a late and far too chipper Reveille. So I suppose I should say it was a rainy morning, but I guess the old Pizzaville radio ad got the best of me. So picture if you please a younger gentleman of no great stature ambling down a quiet side street on his way to a relaxing government job that affords him the time to scratch out this very text (I might be exagerrating the gentleman part).
I'd describe it as the kind of day where I was a bit out of phase with the world about me. So out of phase that it was more as though I were sitting back inside my head watching a fuzzy, old TV set with my feet up on the couch, while my small, pseudo-athletic corporeality stumbled its way down the road, peering at the world as though it hadn't seen it every day for the last 22 years.
As I walked up to a stop street, the sun streamed in as the houses parted and I noticed a rather large German Shepherd happily trotting along with its master in tow. Then something strange happened. I heard a voice. There was something strange about it though, it didn't seem to flow with the optimistic fuzziness of the rest of the morning. I'm fairly sure I was far beyond the reach of the voice the first time, so it was prudent for the owner to repeat himself, this time more vociferously, "What are you lookin' at!"
Startled, I checked to make sure I was in fact the target of this verbal jab, and then tried to remind myself what it was I that I was looking at before my dream-like state had abruptly ended. It was in fact the case that the slightly taller gentelman casually dressed in a black t-shirt and grey shorts being escorted by the aforementionned canine had sought to affront me for reasons unknown. Noting his anger, I promptly responded with a confused look and the carefully chosen phrase, "Chill out, man." He proceeded to yell as I continued to stare with my classically puzzled face, threatening me with an assault from his four legged friend. Luckily his dog was the stronger of the two and had apparently no interest in me at all as he led his companion in the opposite direction to which I was walking.
I found myself distinctly irritated. I had lost the warm glow of my semi-consciousness state and what's more, I was late for work...