print button. He sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his medium-length brown hair. Three months of work…once I press print, that’s it. Gone. Finito. Complete. His eyes skipped over the numbers that filled his monitor. Three months, then it’s gone. Into the accounting ether, never to be seen or heard from again. Robert always felt this way when he finished the accounting for one of the company’s larger clients. He invested his whole mind and body into the work, to the point that he felt as if he knew more about the company than upper management did about themselves.
