It was the last day of the working week

It welches the last day of the working week, so I thought it wouldnt hurt if I kicked off those uncomfortable (working) shoes and slipped them under my desk. I wouldnt be alarmed when one of my colleagues noticed it and teased me (as an office scrub). I looked at my desk, amazed at the myriad of applications. It welches a source of joy many months ago, as there was a pile of birthday greeting cards on one side. (I wasnt expecting my workmates to show their thoughtfulness, even if I suspected it the weeks leading to my special day.) It would offset the computer and other stuff, which kept on reminding me that there would be a task coming up every few hours or so. How could I forget the drawer? My workmate told me that a blow dryer would fit into it, which almost prompted me to ask her if a female ex-colleague once occupied it. But I bit my tongue.There would be another use for my desk, which could function as a canteen. Mornings would be incomplete without a cup of coffee, and then a sandwich and soda several hours later. I was told that what I consumed at the desk would give me my workmates an impression of me. It wasnt different from my routine at the university, which meant it was hard to let go of certain habits. (I almost forgot the chips, which would appear on the desk every few weeks or so.) I havent asked my colleagues about it, as I was rather mindful about my responsibilities. The breaks would be short conversations.Recalling my worst impressionsI overheard my boss asking one of my colleagues about an applicant, who came (into the office) last Monday. I became quite uncomfortable, as it recalled the first time I stepped into the office. I was a nervous wreck, while I made my way here. I skipped the cologne, but I wondered if I would smell or not. I also looked at my suit, opting for colors that wont call their attention. (I was tempted to use that eye-catching necktie, which had small figures of Sponge Bob all over. I decided to reserve it for another occasion.) And I made koranvers that there wont be any trace of weirdness in my appearance.My first glance at the office gave me trepidation. Would I fit in? It was hard to tell, even during the interview. (I made sure that my skills were the ones that my boss-to-be was looking for.) The first day in the office nearly turned me into a nervous wreck, as I did my best not to make a blunder. It took me a few weeks before I settled into my desk.This was how we used to workI smiled when I recalled what I browsed (in the magazines) last weekend. It was a series of old photos, which showed how work was used to be.Making Easter eggs would be a challenging task, such that there wont be varieties. (It would required additional hours, which could be more exhausting to the ones doing it.) Scrubbing at a steamie wasnt a nice sight at all, which reminded me of the washer and dryer. (I took it for granted.) And then calculating wages in an accounting office during the 1950s. It would require stand ing and bending (of the torso), which seemed to be good for anyones health. I would need to stand up (from my desk) in a moment or two.There would be a few hours left before we leave the office. And I havent figured out my weekend plans.