You don't waste another minute. You run the rest of the way
to work, dodging every obstacle, jumping every hurdle,
even avoiding what can only be described as a puddle of
"street hummus" that almost catches you off guard.
 
You arrive earlier than you've been all week. Part of you
expects a congratulatory party for being on time, the party
you assume is always over just before you usually get to 
work, but you find that all is just about as it normally is.
The receptionist throws a disgusted glance your way; and you
thought that was just for when you were late...
 
Without any fanfare, you get to it. A lobby, an elevator, 
and a few hallways later you find yourself sitting in your
cubicle staring at an empty terminal screen.
~Turn on your WYSE-50 and get right to work~f1.txt
~It's time for a coffee break~f2.txt
~It's time for a bathroom break~f3.txt