Performance Punishment

by solaris2001

She needed a breather. She slid off her smudged glasses and set them on the cluttered desk, rolled her chair back with an exhausted kick, forced her back to arch her upright, relaxed her shoulders, and took a deep, long breath. The thankless job, replete with false hopes of promotion, had eroded her professional self-esteem over time, but the occasional moment of quiet aided in assuaging her anxiety. This time, however, the irksome din in the cramped space crept through the air and robbed the meditation of its usual comfort, instead filling her lungs with deep inhalations of frustrated rage.