[ WP ] An employee realises her/his job serves no purpose in the company .

It was always right there. Dreaming. Waiting. Heaving breaths of a black mass wafting through the forgotten places of the universe. 
 
 *Type my name, * it whispered. *Call me and I will come. * 
 
 Eleven key strokes. Easier than typing my name. Y. O. U. T. U... 
 
 A silent scream. The browser shrinks away at the touch of the red X, banished to a pin on the taskbar. Dreaming. Waiting. Temptation a click away. 
 
 Wash it away with a sip from the company mug. Check the email. Check with the team. 
 
 `` Nothing new yet. We'll let you know.'' 
 
 Months on auto without a manual to write. Stuck in a cubicle. Dreaming. Waiting. Fingers tapping without pressing a key. 
 
 The world outside the window stretches stories straight down. Down to the street. Down to the pavement and the crowds and the cold. From down there, you could barely see this window. My window. 
 
 The browser waits. Just a click. Just a quick browse. It's not sloth. It's not a sin to slack from nothing. Fingers tap. Heaving. 
 
 *Call my name. * 
 
 The boss calls my name. Calls me in to his office. I wait for the paperwork. The signature on the X. The big red X. 
 
 `` I've talked to HR. They think we can extend your contract a few months.'' 
 
 I say nothing. It's not sloth. It's not a sin to slack from nothing. 
 
 He sends me off with praise and a pat on the back. Back to my window. Back to my browser. Dreaming. Waiting. Heaving breaths of a black mass wafting through the forgotten places of the universe. 
 
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 *Edit: Fixed the one stray third-person remnant*
