When he wasn’t writing about samovars and the Russian gentry, Anton Chekhov had a shit-ton to say about financial anxiety, social anxiety, and the world we’re still living in. Local playwright Brendan Healy pored over Chekhov plays, plucked out lines, and put them in the mouths of desperate, lonely cubicle-dwellers at a fictional company called New Life Capital. The result is a gorgeous mix of office-speak, poetry, and understated violence and romance. (Pony World Theatre at Washington Hall, 153 14th Ave, www.ponyworld.org, 8 pm, $15)