Slow claps (and glances at the movie schedule for the afternoon showing of Les Mis).
Reshared post from +Doyce Testerman
A tribute to all my unlucky/lucky friends who have to work today and tomorrow, with thanks to +Chris Weeda.
There's an envy can't be spoken.
There's a pain that few will know.
Empty chairs in empty cubicles
Everyone's on P T O.Here they talked of New Year's gath'rings.
What they'd do and who they'd see.
Here they planned their bubbly drinking
They got time off, unlike me.From the cube off in the corner
I could see them eye the door
And then they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!The Auld Lang Syne that they had sung
Became their last communion
At the lonely bathroom sink at dawn.Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I laugh at all your groans.
At the boiling in your stomach.
At heads throbbing as you moan.No faces at the monitors.
No shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs in empty cubicles
Where meetings meet no more.Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
If it was all some kind of trick
Empty chairs in empty cubicles
Because everyone called in sick.
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