... the office is a wasteland

... the office is a wasteland this morning. The long walk down through the departments is a deeply disturbing journey, glimpsing the odd startled face peeping out from behind the wreckage of their desk, or a pile of boxes.

Every eye you meet mirrors exactly your own feelings, your own insecurities, your own guilt.
Every eye pleading with you for the answer to that one simply question... "why me?, why was I spared the blight ?"

But all of these faces turn away in fear as you make those last final steps into this department. Few seem to dare cross the threshold, to journey beyond the post trays: few can bare to face the sight of so many empty desks.

... so many lost people.

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