James has an ordinary life. Like the fact that everyone calls
In a weird way one of the first feelings he had was of relief. He found out at 1:23 PM (he was looking—moderately disinterestedly—at the clock when the doctor told him), and his normal work day runs until 4:30 PM. James punched back into the time clock at 2:12 PM.
He walked to his work station, following the bold yellow lines painted on the floor which separate the walking/forklift isle from the individual work stations, with something of a smile on his face. When he sat down he noticed through the window in the walk in door that it was sunny outside. Subsequently, he also noticed that the window on the walk in door was the only window in this immense building that he could see from his work station. He didn’t talk to anyone—which in itself was not unusual—but today he actually had something to talk about. He finally had something about himself that was somewhat interesting, something not plainly ordinary.
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