The dull, dizzying hum of his computer, and the all too quiet atmosphere of his work had put a tiring, lazy shroud over Andrew. Summer was rapidly approaching, and his eyes drifted past the blinds and into the beautiful day outside. He was cooped up inside, restricted and unable to leave.
Andrew let out a long, slow sigh and raised both of his hands clasped together over his head and stretched. He leaned back in his black office chair and let out a long yawn, his mouth somehow squeaking and quacking in the process. He looked at the bottom right of his computer screen and read the numbers. He still had three hours left of work.
Andrew leaned forward in his computer chair and brought his hands back to the black keyboard. He was the product assistant manager for a software company, a glorified way of saying he was the team lead for a small group of five people. It was also a sign that he was doing more work then he had to and was severely underpaid.
"Hey Andrew," he heard a female voice call to him.
Andrew spun around in his chair and looked at the entrance to his cubicle to see his female supervisor. She was Asian, and she had long, straight black hair and was fairly short. Her body was magnificent, having curves where all women should, yet she was slender. She always sported a friendly smile and was one of the most intelligent people that he had known. Most of the guys became stuttering idiots around her, but Andrew had managed to keep his cool, and always treated her with respect. After all, she was his supervisor, and she knew much more then he did.
"How'd the meeting go?" Andrew asked between another stifled yawn.
"It went well, just the usual crap. Are you tired?" she asked, keeping her almond shaped, dark brown eyes fixed on Andrew's oval face.
"Yeah, feeling kind of sick actually," Andrew said quickly, before he could realize what he was saying. He wasn't feeling sick, nor was he ill in anyway. The words had just seemed to roll off his tongue without him realizing what he was saying.
She looked at Andrew for a second, her eyes fixed on his face. After a brief pause, she said, "It's a slow week, why don't you head out of here early?"
She averted her eyes from his face and slowly looked away. Her eyes drifted around his cubicle, noticing the clutter on the desks that lines all the walls of his cubicle. Andrew was quiet for a second as he briefly considered her offer. Taking a day off was never a problem, but a day off simply meant that he would relax now and have the same work piled up for him when he got back. However, he was almost done and there were no deadlines anytime soon. "I think I'll take you up on that offer," Andrew said slowly, keeping his large, dark brown eyes fixed on her pretty, round face.
"I'm leaving as well," she said. She bit her lip and contemplated whether to say more, but did not.
More then three-fourths of the company was out on training or some garbage, and there was really no work to do. "See you on Monday then," she said with a large, toothy smile and walked back out of his cubicle. Andrew's eyes lingered on her frame for a split second as she walked, watching her round body sway with each step. He quickly turned his head; he wasn't interested in her.
"See ya," Andrew called out, turning back towards his computer. He clicked a few times, closing down all the applications he had running and turned off his computer. He picked up the few belongings scattered around his desk and slowly headed towards the exit.
Andrew pushed open the security door that lead to the exit of his company's suite and walked towards the elevator and tapped a button. He would have normally jogged down the five flight of stairs, but he really was feeling lethargic and lazy. Andrew crossed his hands as he patiently waited for it to open as he pondered what he was going to do for the weekend. He didn't have any plans and had gotten off a few hours earlier than normal. A few extra hours to spend just to himself. It was getting warm outside and maybe he'd go out and do some sports or something, he briefly thought. He hadn't had a good pick-up game of basketball in ages.
He walked inside of the elevator, nodding and greeting a few people he didn't recognize and they continued in silence to the lower level. He hadn't spent much time doing any of his hobbies, and his mind wandered and he began to think about them. He had wanted to do some woodworking, perhaps start on that large table he had put off for months. Maybe he'd get a head start on that, he thought.
The elevator door opened, and Andrew began walking towards the exit of the building. A cute, blond receptionist sat behind a large wooden console, and nodded and smiled at him as Andrew walked by. Andrew threw a faux-smile at her as he continued on. He pushed open the large smoked-glass doors, and let the fresh wave of hot air hit him. It was over eighty degrees, and normally he would have hated the weather but after such a long and crazy winter, he was enjoying the heat.
Andrew walked over to his car and unlocked it from a distance and quickly sat down in the driver's seat. He looked up and checked his face in the rear-view mirror. He had a five o'clock shadow and his dark brown hair was combed. He shifted into drive and began heading towards home which wasn't too far away. He would be home pretty quick as there was no rush-hour traffic.
Andrew reached for the dial to his radio, but didn't press it. He didn't feel like listening to music. His mind wandered back to the conversation with his supervisor. He hadn't been sick, but now that he had thought about it, he was feeling bad. Not physically, but mentally. He was tired of life in general, and didn't feel like doing anything. He had truly become apathetic about most things in general.
He continued to drive towards his large, suburban home wondering why he had been feeling that way lately. He had always been someone to get things done, not lie down and do nothing. He wasn't depressed nor was he feeling a classic case of teenage angst... he was simply sad.
