Work Whispers- Entry 3- The incomprehensible colleague

It has now been more than a month at work. I was no newer, but the situation around me dint seem any better. I was still a nobody. I was too dynamic and zestful to find myself trying to fit in between an unfriendly crowd on a slow moving bullock cart with an old lumbering ox trying to lead me to an uncertain destination. The thought of others enjoying their roller-coaster journey had made myself feel diminutive and made me repent on my choices that led to this fate. Though sometimes it made me think, perhaps they were in a bullock cart ride too, though they seemed to enjoy doing nothing and slow phased lethargic life. Maybe with better amiable associates in the voyage seemed to be appreciable from their end. They seemed contented with the luck they were bestowed upon, while for me, my journey seemed too melancholic a disposition to be more than tedious. My luncheons were deserted like nothing before, my lunch mates were moved on to other office building some meters away and those...