The grass is always more personally fufilling
“Man, it’s a beautiful day out there, isn’t it?” one of us will say. “Wish I was working out there rather than in here. We only get 3 days of heat a year and we sit here in air-conditioning, unable to even enjoy it.”
We’ll all nod our agreement, mutter, around the water cooler.
“Proper work, you know? Making something with your hands. Manual labour. Man, that’d be nice.”
We’ll all nod again.
Then we’ll wander off, using our soft hands to make ourselves new cups of coffee. One of us will idly wonder if they will be providing free pastries again tomorrow.
