Sitting at his desk, an asshole who works for a major conglomerate in some city you've never heard of in a state you've never been to is filing paperwork into his desk, because previously his desk had been a mess. His manager had walked in and demanded him to clean up the mess before there was an avalance of papers, pens, ink pads, and stamps. Down the hall, a not so bad guy was sitting at his desk, organizing files on his computer, much less work, and far less prone to avalanches. Lets call him Andrew, though that is not his real name.

Earlier that day, Andrew was at home, working on his home computer. By working, of course, I mean playing a game that seemed to take up most of his personal life. He hadn't slept yet, he hadn't yet showered, and he had to work in an hour. As Andrew glanced at his clock, he quickly saved his game, rushed into the shower, hit his head on the shower head, which he then repositioned for the 4th time this week. During the shower, he turned the shower head down again, because when it's repositioned it doesn't wash him as well. He then got out of the shower, and got dressed, doomed to repeat his head injury the next day.

His head still sore from the morning, Andrew, whom we will now call Adrien for no real reason at all, headed to his car outside. He sat carefully in the drivers seat, inserted the key, started the car, and began to drive out with an angry look on his face. When he finally arrived at work, he walked into the elevator to be greeted by the wonderful asshole that works down the hall from him, the one with the messy desk. They nodded in each others general direction. They walked to their seats, and soon Adrien heard screaming from inside the assholes office.

Adrien glanced into the window of the office where the asshole, whom we'll call Eric because that's his real name, was being yelled at by his manager. Mark, whom we now know as Adrien, leaned back in his chair for a better view, then immediately returned to his work when the manager glanced out the window at him. He was finished with his work, but he pretended to be busy just so he got paid more for staying overtime. He normally had his work done within an hour or two of working on it, and that hour or two had occured yesterday.

Eric was nearly done cleaning his desk when he looked out the window, realizing how high up he was. This was the 17th floor of the office building, and it was quite a long drop. Long enough to kill nearly any man. Contemplating this, and thinking of how screwed up his home life is, with his mother and father both hating him, living alone in his grandmothers basement while he pays her rent with the money he makes in this dead end job. He glanced at the window again, and got out of his seat. Walking over to the window, Eric stared over the edge, watching the cars and people pass by. Returning to his desk, he grabbed his stapler, smashed the window open, and leapt out of it, throwing his arms out and letting the air pass through his suit. Suddenly a co-worker came and snapped Mark out of his daydream. He looked around and saw Eric, still organizing his desk, and the co-worker was asking for a few files.

Andrew woke up the next morning after actually having gotten some sleep, in his own bed no less. He slipped on some clothes and noticed he had woken up 3 hours earlier than he should have. Once he was all ready and on the computer, he started playing his game again. Hours passed, and soon he was 3 hours late for work, so he decided to stay home and play his game even more. Time passed by so quickly it was already the next morning by the time he stopped playing. He hopped in the shower, hitting his head once more on the shower head. After showering and repositioning the shower head in the up position (saving him from another head injury) he got dressed again and headed out the door to work.

Adrien walked in, surprised that he wasn't greeted by Eric today. As the elevator made it to his floor, he noticed there was caution tape in Erics office, with police guarding the door. Upon inquiry, he heard news that Eric had killed himself the day before, using the stapler to smash the window before he leapt to his fate. Mark started to reflect in his mind, realizing that he had the very same daydream the day before, perhaps he was psychic, or maybe this was all coincidence. Probably the latter of the two.