A Usual Day
A glass door, with an ID Card lock.
The girl lifted her yellow nametag.
She walks in, and take a look around.
Not many has arrived, it seems.
A greeting from a colleague.
She nods, and smiles politely.
There it is, a small cubicle, filled with papers, stationeries, and a makeshift toy display.
Hoping, that way, the desk will be less boring, less dull.
She pulled her chair out, and stared for a while to the pile of documents on her workspace.
Yes, 'tis another day, where tasks and calls awaits...
Just like every other day.