My dreams and slumber must be a type of sorcery that manages to turn day to night and night to day, or even a short nap can slingshot me into the future in tiny intervals. I'm a time travelling magician and all I need is sleep. I wish I could do that right now, that way the work day can end and I can go home refreshed and happy.
This is not to happen, my powers of sleep are hindered by a force called 'Work' and I am compelled to do this 'Work'. I am on break now, I cannot combat with work forever for that would destroy me. I am a non-confrontational person and right now I don't want to confront 'Work', I just want to use my special magical and travel into the future.
Normally I would be able to use my sorcery and travel through time until work goes away, but this place called 'The Office' seems to be impervious to magic, void of life, and always demanding. It's almost like a prison, almost, except for the fact that there is no time in the yard. Fresh air would feel good right about now.
Well, 'The Office' is demanding me to confront 'Work' once again - So I shall dawn my helmet, jump into my ship and see if I can finally achieve something with this 'Work' force.
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