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Sam looked around his little “office” and saw nothing but the flaws in it. That seemed to be all he ever saw in anything or anybody. He didn’t know why. He had just always been that way. He noticed the coffee stain on the blue carpet that really needed to be covered with something – but he had nothing to cover it with unless he rearranged his office, and that was something he really didn’t have time to do.
“Maybe someday,” he thought to himself. He chuckled at that notion. Seems Someday” was his favorite word lately. Even though he knew deep within himself that Someday would never come, he liked to think about what a great day Someday would be. He leaned back in his leather office chair, the one luxury he allowed himself, and he took a moment to consider all the wonderful things that would happen Someday.
Someday would be a busy day, no doubt. He would take a vacation Someday. He would spend more time with his family Someday. On Someday, he would fix that sign out in front of his office, he would cover that ugly carpet stain, but most importantly, he would have the one thing he most prized and yet which seemed to escape him the most: Time. Even though such a thing was forever unlikely, he couldn’t help but to catch the smile crossing his lips as he thought of it. Someday he would have Time. The one thing people seemed to wish for more than anything else, and yet the one thing most often wasted whenever anyone ever got it. Well, that and Money.
The irony was that when you get one, you don’t usually get the other. Time is a wonderful thing to have, and when you work for a living you don’t ever have enough of it. But if you’re unemployed and broke, Time begins to feel like The Enemy. That’s a cruel fact of life. Time is not to be taken lightly.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his office door opening. He leaned forward in his chair to greet this tall, burly gentleman whose imposing presence, one that could easily strike terror in the hearts of lesser men, was betrayed by the fear starkly evident in his own ice-blue eyes.
