Monday is a working day

I really like going to office. I don't go to it everyday, but still, of late I've been going there whenever I get the time. I have to leave early, a little before sunrise, so I can catch the best moments of my colleagues. My office (the one I'm using right now) is about seven kilometres from home. I take a bottle of water, the books I am reading, the cellphone (in case the wife wants to call me) and set off with a flutter in my heart. I drive over a hill and then on a stretch of coastal road and then I pull over in my parking space. This is what the parking space looks like:

I take a quick look around, get a sense of the mood in the office, and then after about ten minutes of that I pay closer attention to my colleagues. I say a warm hello usually and leave it at that, settling into my work, but sometimes I take pictures of my colleagues. Here are some:

I push my chair back and settle down to work, looking up every now and then only out of habit, or when there is some commotion. It's a busy office with lots of shouting and shrieking in the morning. And there's always fighting over space or about who saw what first. Look at these guys fighting over sitting space:

All of a sudden there will be clapping and I will look up to find someone congratulating themselves. It's that kind of office:

I'm lucky to be in a happy office. There is a lot of singing that goes on, especially in the mornings. Some of us, me included, like to go about our business in silence, with a grunt or two now and then. Like these guys: 

Okay, gotta go now... Monday is a working day.