“STANLEY!!! What are you doing just sitting there?! We've got work to do!”
boomed from behind the man in the computer. “Look, I know we like
to take our time here and have fun- I mean this a fun place to work
obviously. There's a Foosball table and look I'm wearing a sarcastic
T-shirt on a Tuesday.” The man in the computer, who's name is
Stanley, removes his head from the innards of the desktop computer's
guts, which seems to off and was never on, to take a glance at this
man, his boss, and the T-shirt he seemed so happy about.

The T-shirt was comprised of a loading bar that featured the words
“sarcasm loading...” Stanley scanned the shirt and then looked
up at the man that was literally bossing him around. He wore a hair
that was slicked back and a smile that had a disturbingly fake
presence about it. “You know we like to have fun around here Stan,
but we still have to work.”

"I'm sorry. I suppose I just spaced out for a few seconds there. I jus-”
Stan said being cut off by his higher-up.

“Stan, That's just how the IT world
functions, okay? You work, you get paid, I get paid, he get's paid,
she gets pai...” The voice trailed away as he walked away, encased
by his self-absorption, leaving Stanley at the temporarily
decommissioned computer. Stanley then looks down to see the sound
card he is holding and inserts it into the motherboard, connecting it
to the rest of apparatus. Sitting there starring into the
connections with wistful gaze, a moment passed. He then swiveled his
head to see the pile of sound cards on a gray monochrome desk. His
neck craned more to bring the rest of the office into view with the
rows of desks and workers creating a vanishing point due to the shear
vastness the workplace.

The ribs of his body began to exact pain sharply in his chest as a
heartbeat increased and accelerated within the cage that made up his
torso. His head rang out and the sound of the outside world was
dulled. This occurrence that could be described by a professional as
a panic attack. He wasn't panicked though, as he was fully aware of
what was happening to him, but rather more apathetically concerned
for his general health and it carried on through his long work shift
as he systematically placed each of the sound cards into the work
computers as the dull ringing echoed in-between his ears. The
workers payed no mind as he worked and the quiet ringing carried on
until he found himself staring over the vast ocean on on the way back
home from work.