“How was your day at soul-crushing work today, son?” I asked Tim as he slid into the passenger seat of the car.
He took a deep breath, then let it out in the characteristic sigh I’ve heard bursting from the lungs of employees in almost every cubicle farm I’ve had the great fortune to work in for the past six years.
“You know, it used to be that when I heard people describe their work as ‘soul-crushing,’ I used to think, ‘Dude, you work in an office. How hard could it be? Stop being so melodramatic.’”
I laughed. “And now that you work in an office environment, you know …”
He sighed again. “It is. It really is.”
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