Pele

"You shake your head at the memory and open the door. You walk in and fall on the couch. You silently hope that tomorrow will be easier. Although you know better than to hope for the impossible."

Clock in and clock out, eight hours, every day, for five days, every week. In all honesty, you rather just stay home. Too bad you're too good at your job. You go by Pele. No need for anymore or less. Be careful and stick to what you're good at, or you might just end up dead.