A cold wind seems to blow right through me, as I sit waiting. When will my shift be over? My stomach begins to rumble and I feel my throat grow clammy as nausea overcomes me. When, oh when will that end buzzer sound? A piercing tingle penetrates my bones... is that person looking at me... there is nobody there. It has been a long day, when will the whistle blow? Closing my eyes, it is all I can see: the repetitious building, strategy points, algorithms, and continuous clicking. The clock says 5pm, but I don't get off until 8pm.
You must have been really bored.
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