Days at the Ministry were never not a rush. Even when Trivia didn't have her own deadlines to meet, someone else did, and it made her feel like she needed to walk quickly and steadily no matter where she went. To her desk each morning, down to the lobby for lunch, and even bathroom breaks required her to power walk like a mom of 2.5 trying to get groceries before her kids tore the store apart. The power with power walking was the fact that it on more than one occasion went to her head. The power literally took over. If her heels didn't click loudly enough on the floor it clearly wasn't good enough. What was worse was the days when she just completely zoned out, thinking more about paperwork than if people were actually going to step aside like she quickly did whenever someone else was walking her way in a similar manner. Not to mention the days she forgot she was even walking and responsible for being a courteous employee like she had that morning.
She rounded a corner and walked straight into a very solid wall of a person. Down went all of the papers in her arms along with herself. She sat there on the floor for a second, contemplating whether she actually wanted to get back up, before managing a very-tired, very-pathetic, "Sorry, about that." How had everyone else's stress transferred onto herself as well?