"Thank you Mr. Harrison." Jackson said smiling.
He sighed, removing the headphones. He looked around, hoping to see something interesting, but he saw the same old white walls, the same old boring cubicles surrounding him and the same old people busy talking to customers.
He sighed; the decently lit room made it look like it was still noon outside and he hated it
"Troublesome customer?" asked Jenny.
"Nah, I'm just a little tired today," he said, looking at the clock.
"Well your shift is almost over," Jenny said, following his gaze.
"Yeah," Jackson said, rubbing his temples.
"Man you look awful," Brad said, peeking at him from his cubicle.
"I don't look that awful," Jackson said in a dry voice, "and stop exaggerating everything."
"Well, I'm actor-in-progress," Brad laughed at his own joke.
Jackson groaned, and leaned back in his chair. He sighed again, trying to dim out the background sounds, but to no avail. He looked at a wall lamp until his eyes started throbbing in pain.