Freeing of the Turtle
"So, how's it coming along?"
I snapped out of my daze and was suddenly back in my office, standing at the empty desk that was adorned by a monitor and a lone index card, propped up with tape. 'Doug', it read. My name. It wasn't two hours into my first day and I was already drifting. I scanned the bland interior of the office, trying to appear genuinely enthusiastic. There were two dead plants and a couch across from my desk. There was a large dark stain on the left seat cushion that was practically waving at me. A calendar hung on the wall closest to my window. It displayed a month that happened during the last presidency. The office reeked of stale fish and depression.
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