9 to 5.

Initial fear and alarm, thinly veiled behind a mask of calm. Poor attempts at decision-making. Understanding you're fighting a losing battle, and there are question marks about the war. Cultivating a climate of motivation. Digging the newbies. Frightful time management. Endless chatter gives way to rad tunes. A hatred for A2s, balanced by a healthy dose of spontaneous flirtation. Frequenting Office Max. Polite exchanges of goods and services with unnatural vigilance. Paid routine and a love of Thursdays. Money is elusive, while time is everything. Corflutes can fuck right off. Livin' the dream, one pay check at a time.