Some people use pictures of pretty beaches and palm trees as their Windows backdrop. They stare whimsically at their computers, imagining they're smelling coarse salt air rather than downtown stank, allowing a halcyon memory of childhood to skip through their minds. The illusion only lasts so long though and soon they are back in a little box, squirreling away bits of paper to serve the greater evil. "Oh woe!" their inner monologues cry, "I am in an office! The dread! The dread!" They sit, bitter but helpless, each of their cheeks wetted by a single, silent teardrop.