Peter woke up early that morning, the freshly baked sun beaming its way into his bedroom window.  As he slid out of bed he looked over at his wife Sarah, peacefully resting, unaffected by the incoming rays.

“Today was going to be another scorcher”, he thought to himself as he laced up his semi-casual work shoes.  “At least I get to sit in an air conditioned office.”  Peter was once again trying to convince himself that his lackluster position as assistant manager at the local office supply store was really not that bad.  He was always looking for ways to ‘see the bright side’, but his feelings never took the bait.

Like any other day, Peter was off to open the store, reign in the morning employees and spend his 10 hours of daily dues pretending to care about sales numbers and monthly goals that the ‘higher ups’ had set before him.  As he neared the sliding glass doors of the Office Emporium, Peter lifted his head, put on his fake smile and somberly drudged into his daily domain. Read more »