solitary confinement

i wake up. i come to work. monday through friday. minimal interaction. i sit in a desk. i talk with no one. i answer phones. i transfer calls. i sit. i wait desperately for 5 o'clock. i feel alone. the time doesn't even crawl by. it seems to sit still. i know i should never feel alone. but it becomes increasingly hard when you really are. everyone around me is used to this. used to not interacting. i get a quick hello. or quicker goodbye. a goodnight. an occasional, how are you. some instruction. these few don't know me. and i know very little of them. they shut me out. they look at me as if i'm nothing more than a receptionist. a machine to take their calls and enter information. i now know why there is media portraying office life. fight club. office space. there's millions. unrealistic. the reality: it's a fish tank. we do the same thing everyday. i will not be here the rest of my life. "good afternoon _______" "one moment please". those will not be the most used words in my vernacular. so to say that i'm alone is very correct. to say that i am lonely is even more so. i need you.