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Dr. Nasey. I siped my coffee, desperately trying not to stare at the plain gray cubicle walls.

But instead focus on the postcard of Hawaii. It was pinned to the center of my cork board.

I only needed another $962 and I could go on my dream vacation.

The card depicted a white sandy beach, stretching out to touch the bluest of waters.

A palm tree hung lazily over the shoreline where a hammock swung a couple feet above the surface.

I could see myself in that hammock, sipping a my tie as my foot trailed in the water,

not a care in the world. Almost there. I whispered under my breath.

I had been saving for over a year now. To do the vacation right, I needed about eight grand.

So close now I could taste the rum and pineapple. It would be the ultimate fruit of my

labor at a dead end job, making all the hours spent decaying in a cubicle worth it.

Greg? I choked it for my daydream, spilling a bit of coffee on my tie.

Oh, hello, sir. What can I do for you? I stammered out, wiping my tie with a tissue.

Yeah, I need those reports before noon. The board meeting is at one and I'd like to go over

them before everything is presented. My boss said his eyes threatening.

Oh, sure, sure. I can get those to you. They're done, actually. I just need to polish them up real

quick and I'll have them over to you. Make sure that you do. I gave them a thumbs up and then the

middle finger behind his back as he spun around. Smug prick. I spent countless hours making him look

good in meetings. The least he could do was say, thank you. I turned to my computer and began

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