pay

Put on the mask whilst leaving the car. The car is parked under the tree, as always. The mask is a weak cheap papery thing given out by the personnel department at work, it is supposed to diminish the spread of the coronavirus.
From the pathway see a colleague in the distance, he has just parked his car as closely to his office as he can. He is staring, as if it where unusual for someone to be wearing a mask lately. He belongs to those who believe that for some reason they are safe from infection, and make fun of those who know that they are not.

Take a left, go into the glass brick porch with the new glass door, installed yesterday. There is that pendulum, perpetually swinging.

Hold the chip under the reader, the reader shows a message saying please report to the boss. Oh well, what is it this time. Probably a bad reading yesterday.
The mask smells musty, it was on yesterday too. It is made of paper, the question is how long are these things meant to last? They cannot really be washed.

Breathing heavily, like Darth from the film, open the door to the office.
Everything is as it was left yesterday.
Everything,

There is no work on the table.
Look at the painting on the wall

Sit down.
Start the computer.
Nothing there.

If there were pay for staying at home, then it would be the right thing to do.