A SF Vignette
Dec. 11th, 2003 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakJonah looked at the selections in the autocase without much interest. The brightly colored packages each trying to out do the others with enticing pictures and colors. But the soldierly rows of food in the convenience market were not terribly interesting. He would much rather have brought something from his own kitchen, but he had not felt like cooking last night and now he would pay the price.
What to choose? Another gaily wrapped packaged of southwest style spring rolls, ready to be thawed and cooked in the microwaves at work? Work. That was the reason he wasn't terribly interested in the food offered by the deserted store's automated shelves this early in the morning. Work where the great machines clanked roared and shuddered as they turned out mile after mile of plastic pipe. Where he would move about his solitary rounds checking the machinery and doing maintenance. Maybe today he might glimpse one of his four co-workers. Though probably not.
He sighed and leaned his head against the cool coated plastic. He ought to be grateful to have a job that paid a bit more than usual pittance. But he was lonely each day at work, walking the buildings devoid of people. Spring rolls. Choose to keep working, because the alternative is worse, and who knows, perhaps there would be something interesting on offer from the cable tonight. A brightly packed bit of entertainment that might make him forget that tomorrow would be another day of work.
What to choose? Another gaily wrapped packaged of southwest style spring rolls, ready to be thawed and cooked in the microwaves at work? Work. That was the reason he wasn't terribly interested in the food offered by the deserted store's automated shelves this early in the morning. Work where the great machines clanked roared and shuddered as they turned out mile after mile of plastic pipe. Where he would move about his solitary rounds checking the machinery and doing maintenance. Maybe today he might glimpse one of his four co-workers. Though probably not.
He sighed and leaned his head against the cool coated plastic. He ought to be grateful to have a job that paid a bit more than usual pittance. But he was lonely each day at work, walking the buildings devoid of people. Spring rolls. Choose to keep working, because the alternative is worse, and who knows, perhaps there would be something interesting on offer from the cable tonight. A brightly packed bit of entertainment that might make him forget that tomorrow would be another day of work.