You know, before coming up here my work days were like, I don’t know…” he blushed, thinking. “Something like: hit the snooze alarm. Get dressed in my tiny, cramped apartment, sit in traffic, totally zoned out. Um…be at my desk for nine hours staring at numbers on a screen. Meetings, annoying coworkers. A kind of constant, unending sense of bleakness,” he deadpanned.
