I struggle to find a topic to talk about, and I finally remember the button. I put the phone down and turn to John sitting next to me. I sit down and check my phone for any messages. People are either talking amongst themselves or are checking their phones. Only half of the department has arrived and most look bored. Five minutes late is perfect, no one will be angry with me and I will not seem too eager to be here. With a cup of coffee in my hand and five minutes late I walk into the meeting room. I know that no one will be on time for the meeting so I pass by the coffee machine on my way there. I get a notepad and walk towards the meeting room. Five minutes to ten my phone beeps and reminds me that there is a staff meeting. The first thing I usually do every morning: Log in, check my to do-list and then start working on the first task at hand. The computer is waiting for me to log in. I decide to wait and ask during lunch for who put it there. If I press it? Why wouldn’t I press it? For some reason the button makes me uncomfortable.
There are no instructions, and nothing on what will happen if I press it. I turn it around in my hands but there is nothing written on it. I look around my cubicle for a note or something that will tell me who it is from, but I find nothing. The box does not look like it is connected to anything. It’s the kind of button you press when there is an emergency. It is first when I turn to power up my computer that I notice that there is something new on my desk: A small black box with a big red button. The weekend felt too short, and 8am feels too early. It’s Monday again, I walk into my cubicle and sit down at my desk.
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