Jim rode a city bike, the newly-implemented City Cycle or something, a network of rentable bikes with stands throughout the metro area, to the stop almost nearest his house. There was one closer, but across the street from this stand (or rack or station) was a local Chinese place, which was where he decided dinner…

Jim thought in that quiet, secluded, safe moment about what it would mean for him to leave his job, to walk away from everything. There was nothing on his desk he really needed, some nice pens, office supplies, the charging cable for his phone, but nothing he couldn’t live without. He wished the elevator ride could…

“Hey listen, Jim, remember to get those copies of this week’s report to me before noon. I’ve got a lunch appointment and a skip-level meeting right after. Hard stop at 2, and then I’ll need those numbers for the stick-around, so…” After a certain amount of absurd and often misused business lingo, Jim had to zone out…