Discontent

My Year of Rest and Relaxation meets Fleebag

Marisa is in her thirties, and she’s sick of her job. The only way
she can cope with the trials and tribulations of life working for
a PR agency is by numbing her senses with a cocktail of Valium
and Youtube videos, and the only reason she turns up to the
office is to save money on air con in Madrid’s sweltering August
heat. Marisa hates work, but it’s the only thing that guarantees
a paycheck to cover her rent and her impulsive spending.
During the week before a team-building trip organised by the
company, Marisa’s anxiety starts to spiral out of control. The
thought of spending an entire weekend with her co-workers is
unbearable, triggering the long-buried memory of a traumatic
event in the office which returns to torment her. As the days
pass, cracks and fissures begin to appear in her carefully crafted
office persona, threatening to send her whole life into turmoil.

A reflection on loneliness and the desperate need for real
life connection, about the masks we wear in public and
finding that small ray of hope that stops you from throwing
yourself under a bus on a Monday morning.