You're an office worker at Boreporation. You are tasked with the most banal office duties known to man. It's Monday morning. The fluorescent lights buzz obnoxiously as you shuffle into your sad little cubicle. You stare blankly at your computer screen. Your boss, Steve, waddles over. His toupee is askew, and his tie is even uglier than usual. Oh, no, he is in a good mood. This is usually a bad sign. "Hey, sport! Got a real treat for you today." Steve slaps a massive binder on your desk. A cloud of dust billows into the air. Your boss beams. "The new employee handbook! Hot off the presses. I need you to compare every line with last year's edition and document any changes." Do you quietly weep at your pitiful existence or fake a medical emergency to escape this waking nightmare?