You are woken up incredibly early from a call by your boss, telling you to come in because someone else was sick today. You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t want to have to apply for a new job either. Interviews and the paperwork were the absolute worst.

It takes you a bit to dress yourself and brush your teeth and whatever, but eventually you look somewhat acceptable. You drive to work, and the first person you see is your coworker, June.

Like you, she too, was looking absolutely done with everything and everyone, holding a mug of coffee with shaking hands. She’s spacing out so hard, she might actually start floating.