Friday, 9 September 2011
Pictures Of Matchstick Men
About four o'clock in the afternoon I look up from my computer to the same view that's faced me all day. Just your standard office: arranged in rows of desks facing back to back, low partitions between each just begging to have Table Tennis played between them. The same Call Centre employee that has been sitting in front of me all day looks up and realises that yes, yet again, I am staring vacantly in his direction without realising what I'm doing...
What am I doing?
My body feels tense from sitting in one position, my eyes have been aching for some time and there's the slight sense of nausia that can arise from too much time infront of the computer. Nowadays I almost feel like I should carry around a small glow light that can reflect on my face so that my friends can recognise me sans computer screen.
I decide that I've had enough and, even though its not break time, I step out of the building and into the world beyond the high metal fence. Out here are the broken echoes of the old factories, their machinery still singing their stacatto songs amongst the broken bricks.
As a kid we used to come up here for the works Christmas party - over a thousand kids crammed into a room with a cinema set up - food, drinks and presents all on the company. Hard to imagine any corporation today doing that.
I can feel the heavy weight of my mobile phone in my pocket From this tiny screen I can go anywhere in the world: text or email anyone. Hard to believe that when I started my last job mobile phones were only for execs. How many of us can now imagine a world without them?
I take one last look at the world around me, taking in the smell of petrol from the main road, listening to the sound of the traffic.
I ask myself: why do we spend so much of our lives shutting ourselves off from all of this...