Nobody likes having to constantly report to their superiors or feeling like another cog in a massive machine. What kind of person wants to only work themselves to death for somebody or something that barely acknowledges their existence?
Fredrick first started out with the warm, bubbly naiveness of an intern looking for their break into the industry. Once it was all over, he slowly started to lose his soul.
Perhaps he started to lose his mind as well…?
The busy lifestyle finally wore Fredrick down; he had to take a moment to relax before getting back to work. The break room was empty when he took a seat.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes, the words from his computer screen burned into his eye lids. His fingers ached and cracked from being locked in place for so long. The rest of his body surely felt the same pain.
Fredrick opened his eyes and saw the digital clock that hung on the wall.
“Just past eleven… Fuck the report.”
The man finally let his mind slip.