Staring at the stack of office papers slapping him in the face, the man suddenly felt a wave of futility wash over him. “…I stayed up two nights to finish this.” It wasn’t the first time such things had happened. In fact, "fed up" would probably be a more fitting way to describe how he felt now. He had endured it countless time...
Staring at the stack of office papers slapping him in the face, the man suddenly felt a wave of futility wash over him. “…I stayed up two nights to finish this.” It wasn’t the first time such things had happened. In fact, "fed up" would probably be a more fitting way to describe how he felt now. He had endured it countless times, but now even the will to endure had slipped away. His delusional coping mechanism, convincing himself that sleeping four hours was "plenty," had completely burnt out. The four hours he lost commuting daily due to the high cost of housing? He’d grown tired of that too. Those hours could’ve been spent subscribing to more animal friends' video channels. “…What’re you going to do, glare at me?” Manager Lee sneered, stomping on the papers. “Exactly. What would I do?” T
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