The battle begins.
My commander has given me one mission. I must reproduce a 90 page document in triplicate.
I forge my way to the beast. What type of sacrifice will it require today? Sweet talking? Logic? Blood? Tears? Or only time?
I begin the battle simply. Requesting that the task be done.
The red light of war lights up immediately. Alarms sound. My allies surround me.
Together we try to satiate the beast. We feed it, we soothe it, we comfort it, we curse it.
My hands are black with its blood.
It almost swallows one colleague’s arm. Another’s spirit is crushed.
4:05 pm. The battle ends.
The recycling bin is full of the spoils of war.
I leave empty handed.