CoffeeBean

Reporting Honestly

The sun was a shock as I walked out of one the four large buildings that perfectly matched the other 3 buildings in its cluster on the expansive corporate campus. With squinted, watering eyes, I walked briskly toward the bus stop while I simultaneously reached back to check my backpack's side pocket for my bus pass. The search was a little treacherous because the pocket was full of haphazardly placed mechanical pencils with the exposed lead side up. I silently criticized myself again for not putting them in there in a more orderly fashion, and for not being a more orderly person in general. The criticism wasn't in the form of words, it was more of a feeling of disapproval issued from myself to myself. Lately, my life had become, largely, trying to squeeze as much productivity as possible out of each and every minute. Wasting mental energy, even for just a second, on disheveled pencils that are in the way of knowing whether or not I had my backpack, felt enormously expensive.