Imagen de mi autoría generada con leonardo.ai • Image of my authorship generated with leonardo.aiMire, Martín, usted tiene que ser de cabeza más flexible, le dijo su jefe, con una sonrisita de esas que daban ganas de empujarlo por las escaleras.
Martín solo apretó los dientes y asintió.
¿Más flexible?
Si ya era el trapeador de la oficina. Cambiaba horarios, hacía horas extra sin chistar y hasta le cubría las mentiras al jefe cuando la esposa llamaba. Pero bueno, tragó grueso y dijo:
Sí, claro jefe, lo que haga falta.
Y en cuanto dijo eso, sintió un tirón raro en el cuello. Como un calambre, pero no dolía. Cuando se miró en el reflejo del monitor, su cabeza se había inclinado sola, como si le hubieran aflojado los tornillos.
Eso es actitud, Martín, ¡aprendan, muchachos! Dijo su jefe, dándole una palmadita en la espalda mientras los demás fingían estar ocupados.
Y así siguió la cosa. Cada vez que le pedían algo fuera de lugar, su cuello cedía un poquito más. Cuando le dijeron que le tocaba cubrir a un compañero enfermo, la cabeza se le dobló hasta tocarle el hombro. Cuando le cancelaron las vacaciones por "necesidades de la empresa", su barbilla terminó en el pecho.
Un martes, después de su sexta taza de café, Andrés, el de sistemas, lo miró raro.
Oye, bro, ¿te has visto en un espejo? ¿Estás bien?
Martín levantó la mirada, con esfuerzo, porque su cabeza ya no se enderezaba fácilmente; parecía un espantapájaros mal puesto, con el cuello más torcido que promesa de político.
Nah bro, todo bien, respondió, tragándose la pena.
Pero, obviamente, no estaba bien.
Se dormía con la cabeza mirando al techo y despertaba en la misma posición pero con la cabeza mirando hacia la almohada. Un día abrió los ojos y tenía la cara pegada al omóplato.
La gota que derramó el vaso fue cuando el jefe le pidió cubrir dos turnos sin pago extra.
Martín, hay que ponerse la camiseta, hermano.
Martín sintió un calambre en la nuca. Luego, otro, y un tercero.
Respiró hondo y se miró, una vez más, en el reflejo de su monitor. Su cabeza estaba torcida en un ángulo imposible, como si ya no tuviera huesos en el cuello.
Por un segundo, se vio como realmente era: un tipo con la cabeza completamente flexible, hecha para doblarse y adaptarse a los antojos de su jefe.
Y entonces lo supo.
No iba a renunciar. No iba a gritar. No iba a hacer un escándalo.
Solo dejó de intentarlo.
Terminó el día, recogió sus cosas y salió de la oficina sin decir nada. Ni adiós, ni hasta luego.
Al día siguiente, apagó la alarma y se quedó en la cama. Miró el techo por un rato largo.
No iba a volver.
No mandó un correo. No llamó. No avisó.
Y nadie lo llamó a él.
Una semana después, sentado en un parque con un café barato, sintió algo extraño.
Se tocó el cuello.
Por primera vez en años, su cabeza estaba derecha.
Y por primera vez en años… su cuello se sintió libre.
Muchas gracias por haber llegado hasta aquí.
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Image of my authorship generated with leonardo.ai • Image of my authorship generated with leonardo.aiLook, Martin, you have to be more flexible, his boss told him, with a little smile that made you want to push him down the stairs.
Martin just gritted his teeth and nodded.
More flexible?
He was already the office mop. He changed schedules, worked overtime without complaining, and even covered up the boss's lies when his wife called. But anyway, he swallowed hard and said:
Yeah, sure boss, whatever it takes.
And as soon as he said that, he felt a strange tug in his neck. Like a cramp, but it didn't hurt. When he looked at himself in the reflection on the monitor, his head had tilted by itself, as if the screws had been loosened.
That's attitude, Martin, learn, guys! His boss said, patting him on the back while the others pretended to be busy.
And so it continued. Every time they asked him for something out of place, his neck gave way a little more. When they told him it was his turn to cover for a sick coworker, his head bent until it touched his shoulder. When they cancelled his vacation due to "company needs," his chin ended up on his chest.
One Tuesday, after his sixth cup of coffee, Andrés, from IT, looked at him strangely.
Hey bro, have you looked in the mirror? Are you okay?
Martín looked up, with effort, because his head was no longer easily straightened; he looked like a badly placed scarecrow, with his neck more twisted than a politician's promise.
Nah bro, everything's fine, he replied, swallowing his sorrow.
But, obviously, he wasn't okay.
He fell asleep with his head facing the ceiling and woke up in the same position but with his head facing the pillow. One day he opened his eyes and his face was pressed against his shoulder blade.
The straw that broke the camel's back was when the boss asked him to cover two shifts without extra pay.
Martín, you have to put your shirt on, bro.
Martín felt a cramp in the back of his neck. Then, another, and a third.
He took a deep breath and looked at himself, once again, in the reflection of his monitor. His head was twisted at an impossible angle, as if he no longer had any bones in his neck.
For a second, he saw himself as he really was: a guy with a completely flexible head, made to bend and conform to his boss's whims.
And then he knew.
He wasn't going to quit. He wasn't going to scream. He wasn't going to make a fuss.
He just stopped trying.
He finished the day, gathered his things, and left the office without saying anything. No goodbye, no see you later.
The next day, he turned off his alarm and stayed in bed. He stared at the ceiling for a long time.
He wasn't coming back.
He didn't send an email. He didn't call. He didn't let anyone know.
And no one called him.
A week later, sitting in a park with a cheap coffee, he felt something strange.
He touched his neck.
For the first time in years, his head was upright.
And for the first time in years… her neck felt free.
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