Work... I wonder what goes through people's minds as they take that first step into work? I know what goes through my head. That lovely tune they call "the funeral march". Maybe it's the fact it is dark outside when I arrive. Maybe it is the thought of "it is only Tuesday". Typically that feeling disappears when the work day actually gets going. Some people at my job have been here for decades, literally.
The few moments before work is a time to inhale bad coffee and dr.pepper. A time to anticipate the day and the "FUN" that will begin.
This thought was brought by observing the zombie like creatures as they enter the gates of another days work.