Saturdays at work are eerie, silent, and surreal. The quiet is almost stifling sometimes, closing in on us like white padded walls.
There are 5 of us in an office that usually holds over 40, in a building that holds hundreds.
My God, but it's quiet.
You would think that the icky weather would make it more bearable. Nope. It just makes me want to go back home and crawl under the covers.
No one answers the phone on Saturdays, and those who do are not so eager to talk to you, I find.
Hey, at least I'm only here till 3. And I get the Friday before and the Monday after off; so I kind of consider it a 4-day weekend interrupted by a 6-hour stint at work.
Still. Very quiet. Very boring. Very creativity-sapping.