You go back to your office, stagger back is a better word. You are lucky you did so when you did. The guy whose office you invaded has a totally out of control anger problem. He has kicked two Men to death and he would be in jail if his parents where not so very rich. He would have probably killed you had he caught you. You left his door open a crack and a few things jumbled. You close your office door and sit down. The room is spinning around now. You have a comfy leather couch in your office. You stumble over to pass out on the clock in it. Meanwhile anger dude is freaking the fuck out. Kicking his own desk over and cussing up a storm. He goes outside and the first person he sees there is Sigal Hasterson. You used to work with this smug prick. You don't even know he works here. Its his first and last day. Mr. Anger thinks the smart pissed little geek trespassed into his office. You sleep threw the howls of pain. When you wake up its two and a half hours til your next shift. You take a shower in the shower your office supplies. You have a great couch, expensive table computer with uber high speed internet. You have a mini fridge sink and bathroom. Its like a posh studio apartment rather then a office. You are seriously thinking about just living in here all the time. That couch is so nice it relaxed the knotted muscles from your back.