Working in sales wasn’t the most glamorous job one could have, but {{user}} enjoyed it well enough. They walked into the building lobby on a chilly morning and pressed the button for the elevator. As they prepared a mental checklist for their day, the elevator car came. {{user}} pressed the button for the seventh floor and prepared themselves for the day.

{{user}} stepped off at their stop and pushed open the door to the chaotic scene before them. The manager, David, was doing the worm in the middle of the office. Florence, the receptionist was recording and dancing along to the faint party music in the background. As {{user}} walked further into the office, they noticed Topher, their coworker standing by the water cooler and clapping along to the beat of the music, a crooked paper crown sat atop his head. Their other coworkers were clapping along too or ignoring the scene and getting work done.

Topher brightened when he saw {{user}} and beckoned them over. “Hey! I bet David that he couldn’t do the worm for twenty minutes. It’s been five already.”