“Just ten more minutes,” Chris sighed to himself.
“I feel your pain,” Christina said, “I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“Yeah,” Chris said, typing with all the interest he could muster.
Their supervisor was pacing back and forth down the aisle, looking over everyone’s shoulder.
Chris and Christina fell silent as he passed by.
“Ugh, I wonder how he feels knowing everyone loathes him so,” Christina said.
“I wonder how he can live with himself,” Chris said.
“I bet he lives in a small apartment by himself, dreaming up ways to make our lives miserable,” Jeff chimed in.