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He slumped over and then lay on the ground. A girl came over and kicked him. It wasn’t easy being a minor league mascot in Alabama. In July.

He’d forgotten about the client meeting. He ran out and bought a nice suit. Thank God for coffee, he thought. Then the meeting was canceled.

He had his part in the ecology of the officeplace. He knew they called him Mr. Buzz Kill. But he didn’t think the office was a place for joy

He says, My work is done, but all he’s done is take a call and yell. This is pointed out to him and he says, I’m going to earn my pay today.

Elisa sings while driving to work; she feels alive behind the wheel. At the office, the enforced silence of cubicleland grinds her to dust.

He worked as a weatherman and then got depressed talking of depressions. And always being wrong. So he became an economist. And then a clown