All I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentiments

All I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentiments that don't quite seem to make for good business partners. Haste and Apathy, Excitement and Despair, Hope and Abandonment. They sit in pairs at opposing desks like The Brothers Grimm, more like them in wordplay than in purpose! Apathy just sits there, gazing out the window sighing "well...it is what it is", slowly and absently ripping up the paperwork flowing in an endless stream from the desk of Haste who doesn't seem to notice amidst his flurry of pen and ink. Neither of them notice the end of the workday as the sun sinks. Sleep is for someone who has dreams enough for it sighs Apathy. Sleep is for someone who has time enough for it barks Haste. Personally I think they like each other's company but are too proud to say.