We'll call him Stan. He started in the Department at some point during the second Nixon administration. He's been in the same cublicle since they remodelled the office back in '86. His computer is awkwardly wedged in on his desk among stacks of papers that were there ten years before the computer was. He comes in late and leaves early, goes on "walks" for hours at a time in the middle of the day. He goes through his days asleep, even while walking and talking, for he turned it off mentally at some point in the mid-'90s and now shows up so he can collect his retirement pension in a few years. He contributes nothing to the day-to-day operations of the organization, which is a shame, since he's been there longer than almost anyone else, and has been there through all the ups and downs, the passing fads and "latest things" through the years. He could contribute, but he doesn't really care. He has forgotten why he signed up for this job decades ago.
God, I hope I don't end up like him 30 years from now.


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