Black desk organizers held neon post it notes, bright pens, and rubber bands. A small black cube spit out green paper clips when she needed them. Any splash of color helped in the sea of gray cubicles. Five minutes left until she could leave. Her start menu had been up and the mouse had been hovering over shut down for almost a minute. Tyler looked around for something to do to kill time. As a co-worker eyed her stapler she remembered how many sets of sticky finger she worked with. Putting all but her keyboard in a drawer that locked would take a minute or two. Her mouse pad, desk organizers, and small desk lamp barely fit in the bottom drawer. She opened the taller cabinet where her jacket and purse hung. Time left: four minutes. She hung her jacket over her chair and tossed her purse next to her desk after grabbing the wad of keys out of an outside pocket. All of the cabinets were closed. What she intended to take with her at the end of the day was out, so she could lock everything up.
The pile of manila folders on the edge of her desk hid work left to be done. Even with three minutes left her cubicle phone was still ringing with demands. Figures, the last day before vacation everyone was out to ruin her mood. Managers were yelling and demeaning everyone, co-workers were snippy and rude to one another. Even Tyler couldn't help but be upset. The difference was she was just upset at the situation, not anyone in particular. A few deep breaths. Two minutes. Finally the desk phone stopped ringing and gave her headache a break. She rubbed the edges of her face and closed her eyes to hide the fluorescent lights. Having to pull every little strand of wavy dark hair up into a tight bun very early in the morning left her with headaches. That's it, one minute and the shutdown button was clicked. Tyler pulled her three quarter lengths jacket on and buttoned it. November was very windy and she had parked on street level today. After pulling her purse over her shoulder the last checklist: keys and cell phone in hand.
Her black coat hid the bright magenta blouse and allowed her to blend in with the office. The wood framed elevator doors had a typed note let her know stairs were her only option. Oh well, even in heels and with stairs, her day was done. For two weeks she did not have to come back. First paid vacation, and in time for her twenty first birthday. It would be chilly, but she was going to the summer house with Lexa and that was always fun. As the door slammed to the stairwell she was finally alone. For a moment Tyler leaned against the wall trying to hold her tears of frustration back. With her free hand she pulled the hair band out and shook her head until all of her hair fell mid back and part of her headache disappeared. A deep breath and she started down the stairs slowly. Walking in heels was a work in progress and the last thing she needed to do was fall down the cement stairs and spend her vacation in the hospital.
The street level of the parking garage wasn't sunny. Somehow it had never occurred to Tyler that the weather wouldn't work with her. Instead of paying attention to walking she looked outside and tripped. The contents of her purse slid under the car next to her. At least it was an SUV and she could get under it easily to collect everything. She kicked off her heels and shoved her keys into her pocket. It only took a few minutes to collect everything and shove it back into her purse. Tyler scooped her shoes up into her arm and rushed to her car in the next bay. Naturally her keys were no longer in her hands. She knew she shoved them into her purse, and after digging through it, she dumped in on her hood. Still no keys and now in tears she threw everything back in her bag and grabbed the spare key in the magnetic box under her passenger side. At least without the heels on she could move quicker. After throwing her purse and heels into the passenger seat she got in and started the car.