by: Jesus Diaz
INT. Office space-day
A Woman sits still at her desk, this is our protagonist who will remain unnamed. She simply sits there staring off into space into her computer’s deepest soul. As she stays there looking off at the computer, we can see in her own face that a part of her remains unfulfilled in the life she holds.
This woman has been working here at this place for nearly the last 3 years of her life. She is usually well-sound and happy-hearted in her workplace. Many of her fellow workers are happy to have her around
Another woman begins to walk towards the Woman, drooling off at her desk; this is The Boss.
You ain’t done shit all day today. What the hell is wrong with you.
Large Text Appears that says: The Boss
To a possible large surprise of many. The largest one here is actually the only individual to be seen within miles on end who does not take a kind approach to speaking with her is the boss themselves.
Quite sick of your shit. Get it together and get to work.
The Boss begins to walk back off away from the Woman’s cubicle; the Woman looks at her as she walks off. When the boss is no longer visible in her sight, she begins frantically typing on her computer to look through the U.N. goals. As she browses through them, the narrator begins to speak again.
You see. Our lovely unnamed worker here has been having a slight bit of an off week. One of severe existential crises. Quite literally, causing her to question nearly every event in her life. Especially beginning to question her place here in this job and society. She works here 8 hours every day with a single 30-minute break each shift, except for Sunday, where she can receive the full day off. Somewhat useless to her, given that she then stays at church in the morning for 4 hours. Not that it would matter to her, for lots of free time, she can’t afford many activities due to just how little she is paid for her work.
The Woman looks over to the time on her computer, the time for her break is finally almost here. She begins to drool with excitement as the final minute begins to hit, allowing her 30-minute break to sink in.
(softly) It’s all finally over.
She gets up from her desk and begins to walk off to go get herself some food.
The Woman gets her food and begins to go sit at the table; the camera zooms onto her food, revealing a rather unappetizing meal that she begins to eat with glee.
In her mind, this is the best meal of the day. She never manages to truly eat much. A simple cafeteria lunch on her break causes the happiest of sensations in her bones.
INT. Office space-day
The Woman is back at her desk, typing away as her miserable life ticks by and by.
The clock is now much more in the frame, able to be seen by the audience. The Woman begins to look over at the clock as her eyes begin to widen with excitement, but more so a sense of a shimmer of light in her despair-filled world.
Finally, it’s almost over, I think I’ll be fine.
In her voice, her shakiness and scarred trauma in the life she lives is highly noticeable.
The end of the day begins to rise, and the Woman will finally be able to go home to her lovely little world that she partakes in. A lovely world based upon the dreams she was told would be hers as a young child. Not to represent what the present holds, but what would simply just be another little factor of her own self-imposed lore, her own little moment of despair in the underdog story she always wanted to believe was hers.
The time finally hits, it’s the end of the day and the Woman stands up and begins to run out with excitement as she can finally get out of work.
This is it, this is it, this is it.
EXT. Her boxy house-dusk
The camera takes note of her boxy house sitting still in a hallway; she begins to walk up to her lovely little box.
This is the world and lovely little domain she retreats herself to every single day, after 8 hours, she happily sleeps in the best piece of shelter she can afford; this is what her life has come to and will most likely always continue to be. A simple box in her alleyway is all so far, the only thing her dreams have allowed her to obtain, truly shining glamour in her eyes.
She sits down in her box with a smile on her face, she gets a blanket and her pillow and begins to lie down, slowly falling asleep.
The camera lingers on her sleeping in her box as the image slowly begins to fade.