The state of being
one achieves working in a cubicle, facing the wall of a windowless hallway, in an office on the fifth
floor of a building in the middle of the
country a day away from deadline.
Co-worker 1:
Man, I feel like I haven't seen the shunshine, I
mean, sunshine in
forever. Apparently I haven't seen it in so long I can no longer pronounce it.
Co-worker 2: Heh. Actually, the first version might more accurately describe our state of being.