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The morning was as old as the coffee on my desk. I tapped it's murky surface to break the thickening skin and watched the new gap grow. The frigid brown drink dripped from my finger, the ripples spreading toward the rim in ever larger circles. I know I'm spoilt, so used to the finest beans, always freshly brewed and served with half-and-half. I still crave a subtle undertone of hazelnut and my cup to be a festive colour with cardboard around it to protect my fingers from the heat. Instead it is this instant muck, served warm in polystyrene - depression served without a smile. It suits this place though, it matches the beige walls and the melamine desks, it's as welcoming as the unguarded strip lights and the worn blue carpet. The only thing alive in here is the ticking clock, I think the rest of us died some time ago.

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All day long I've been sitting at this desk, paper work piling higher and higher. Save the trees, huh? I don't think the managers here have ever heard of that. The clock ticks on the wall and I swear it's slowing down. Sitting here alone makes me flatter than a week old glass of coke. Every time I don't have to think about the task at hand I'm already dancing, dancing in the club to music so loud it makes me deaf. I won't be alone either, the whole gang is coming. With that music, that beat, those crazy, crazy lights I know I'm alive, I'm real, and reality is awesome. By the end of the night I'm quite drunk, I should cut back but who's counting? We leave arm in arm, wobbling down the lamp-lit alley to hail a cab. The next day I check out the photos and laugh my ass off. Those girls are so precious. They get me through. I love'em.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2015.
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Barker was different to the other "funny guys." He used his wit for satire, his comments were clever and insightful. Even the subject of the ridicule often joined in the joke, he always presented it in such a way that they were free to laugh at themselves and become the star of the situation rather than himself. Being the subject of one of his remarks made you feel like part of the group, if Barker thought you were worth an observation you were one of the gang. He was never cruel, never aimed to injure or cause distress. Well, that was until Grayson was hired. Grayson wanted to be the kingpin of the office and to do that he had to usurp Barker. His 'wit' was cutting and mean. The atmosphere changed from jovial and honest to tense. Barker said nothing, he just got on with his work. Then one day he just seemed to snap, I think Ana being in tears the day before had something to do with it. He let his wit fly as never before, by the time he was done Grayson just packed up his desk and left

By james, December 6, 2014.