It was 2025 and Alan sat on an office chair, and looked in the mirror at his uncombed hair; it had been that way, for the last few days, without taking a shower. He had been pulling a third shift which was known as the "Graveyard Shift" He really didn't care what was going on, how he tracked the time was he knew that every three hours he always went on a smoke break, and that's what Alan like most about the night shift, was he could smoke whenever he wanted which helped out a lot. It was almost 0530 hours on that day that he became the manager of his own team. (Sections of this story are based on fact. It just hasn't happened yet....)
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