Every day, Ben trudges to Flapjack's Flap-House, the local office of the world's worst insurance company. His daily routine is a never-ending cycle of boredom and existential dread.
As he walks, he passes by the infamous "Glorbulous" coffee shop, where the coffee flows like the tears of the damned, and the pastry cases are always 90% empty.
He arrives at Flapjack's Flap-House at 8:05 AM, precisely on the dot. The receptionist, a woman who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else, looks up from her phone and raises an eyebrow at Ben's arrival.
Ben: "Morning, Babs."
Babs: "Morning, Ben. Did you bring the TPS report?"
Bab's voice is like a rusty gate, a harbinger of the soul-crushing drudgery that lies ahead.
Glorbulous Café: A pitstop on the daily grind. Conference Room of Doom
Time to Glorbulous: 10 minutes, 32 seconds
Time at Flapjack's Flap-House: 8 hours, 32 minutes
Steps taken: 1,456 (Ben's knees hate him)