Business parks are kind of depressing to me. This place where they put all the “serious” workers. Those dedicated to a business so much that they are placed in a village of businesses, cut off from the rest of society. They’re respectable people. Professional wear adorning their rigid bodies. Tights worn too tight, tie tied too tight. Trapped, but serious. The buildings look all the same. A maze of brown roofs and repeated windows. They want us mundanes to get lost.
Do they think this place is made more homely because of the windows? They’re trying to trick their employees into thinking this isn’t so bad because they can see the outside world from their desk. It’s not the same, my friend! And the water features. How on the nose. How very basic. Let them bask in the beauty of water for their 30-60 minute lunch break. That will make working in a village of squares better.
Rows upon rows of cars. Lucky you, paid so well that you can afford a new Audi, or Mercedes or a BMW. Of course, there are family cars and typical first cars, too. You know, the Fiat 500. How exciting that you got a job fresh out of university. Or maybe fresh out of college – go you! And those parents working hard in a box to support their children who don’t appreciate it, because mommy and daddy has to work late, again.
I walk past at 9:12am and it’s silent here. You’re all hard at work inside your squares. We won’t hear from you until about 12-1pm when you’ll sit on the bench by the water feature, on your phone, smoking your cigarette and eating the same sandwich as last time, wondering how you got so lucky.
Sincerely,
S. xx
S. R. Crawford 