The Office

The whiteboard rests 3 feet off the ground, once marked, but since erased to make room for new ideas. A mighty projector lights the whiteboard, displaying careful constructed PowerPoint slides. Light touches the whole room, allowing every part to be seen with certain clarity. Two windows present trees flowing with the changes of the wind, the thin glass surface meaning summer and winter are noticed simply by the temperature of the room. A coffee maker sits in the corner, years of use mean it is decorated with dried coffee, burning when activate, meaning the typical rich coffee smell is often mixed with a slight scent of burnt grounds. Not unpleasant, but memorable. Several couches sit in a lazy circle, inviting guests to rest and talk. A single table sits away from the circle, allowing for a rare moment to be alone and work. A full-sized mirror sits on display, meaning the whole of a person can be viewed. One door acts as a portal to the knowledge of leadership professionals. Each offering their own fun, inspiration and mentorship.

The whiteboard imposes itself, empty. Years of past tasks stain the board black. A single projector screams, exposing an image that took long nights, only to be dismissed offhandedly as to allow for the next project to suffer the same fate. An endless cycle. 5 lights unevenly declare all aspects of the room, the light invading the eyes of unsuspecting residence upon entry. Two windows sit to high to reach, allowing the unpredictable weather to dictate the temperature inside. A single coffee maker is covered in grime from years of lost cleaning. The smell of which only indicates a laborer is once again falling asleep while working. 2 couches clog the confined space, the room too small to allow them to be side my side. Signs of use evident, but only on the edges, as if two people always sit as far as possible from each other. Productivity is only truly possible on a single, small table. Sheltered and alone from the rest of the group. A mirror is installed as to allow tired workers to look up briefly and see the redness in their eyes. I single door opens to a foreign, dark office, where the authorities sit still, only the sound of typing indicating life.