I arrive at the office around midday. The air in the room is warm and heavy, and the only spot left is the standing desk in the corner next to the heater. The four other employees are chattering cheerfully as I open my computer and begin to type. The wood paneled walls are plastered with whiteboards with notes about various campaigns scrawled all over them. Aggressive music wafts from the downstairs concert room, as a band warms up for their show later that night. I work for a few hours with headphones on to drown out the chatter of phone call and conversations. Then we get ready to go to a rally at a nearby college. There's a flurry of activity as belongings are gathered and coats are put on. We walk through Harvard Square, pushing through throngs of tourists taking pictures of the college. The air is cold and biting on my bare skin, as I hurry to keep pace with my fast footed colleagues. We are greeted at the rally by out of tune guitars strumming, gathering stares from passers-by.
Later that evening, after a long day outside, I'm back at the office preparing to go on a conference call with several high school students. The room is quiet, as my colleagues have all left for the day. The only sound is the faint chords of music floating up from the floor below. A beep comes from my computer as a smiling face pops onto my screen, and I plug my headphones in to greet my friend.
Later that evening, after a long day outside, I'm back at the office preparing to go on a conference call with several high school students. The room is quiet, as my colleagues have all left for the day. The only sound is the faint chords of music floating up from the floor below. A beep comes from my computer as a smiling face pops onto my screen, and I plug my headphones in to greet my friend.