[WP] Upon starting a new job, you notice that at least one person in the office is wearing exactly the same outfit. One day you confront one of your colleagues.

Chocolate-colored with a little milky swirl in the center, cooled over a few minutes in his favorite mug. Scott cautiously placed the tips of his fingers around the circumference of the hardened clay, then quickly pulled his hand back. Too hot still. A few more minutes would solve that. The Garfield decal on the side seemed to grin directly at him today- "NEVER TRUST A SMILING CAT". He gave a halfhearted smile back. Garfield's bug-eyes creeped the hell out him but he hadn't the mettle to replace the mug as it was a gift from his father-in-law, a gesture of goodwill towards Scott as he navigated through an uncertain, exciting future at his new job.

That was two years ago. Scott had blown through numerous jobs since then, being let go for a myriad of reasons that never amounted to more than a couple of disastrous blunders occurring within the first week of his employment. Spilling coffee on important documents, accidentally mauling important office equipment, running late to (or missing entirely) important orientations, puking on important people, etcetera, none of these were foreign to Scott's experience at a fresh workplace. Pink slip, pink slip, pink slip. It was as though the universe were composed of gigantic, disastrous Rube Goldberg machines, each eagerly awaiting Scott's arrival for their activation. But Scott was resilient. With a loving wife and kids to protect and feed, Scott trudged on through the jungle of occupations even though he was horribly unsuited to any work environment in every way. Through careful omission, Scott interviewed frequently and always found himself a desk in an office somewhere.

Which brings us to today. Scott found himself currently in the employee docket of Pasta Robertson LLC, which had nothing to do with noodles and everything to do with manufacturing wrapping paper. He sat in his chair uncomfortably. He shifted around as he awaited orders. Scott was an anxious type of person, always with a thumping in his heart that would rise and lower in frequency according to the situation but never stop. He looked at his watch. He looked at the clock on the east wall. There were about twenty cubicles in his office with people bustling about in and out of them. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

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