This was already Josh's second day here. Well, according to this realm's time. He was still in his boring cubicle filled with the pictures of a dead man as he typed away relentlessly.
Anyone would have agreed that he fitted incredibly well in the office. The supervisor had praised him a few times, saying that he was totally born for this. The leader had also agreed that he was killing it.
Their only judging criteria were characters per minute. Compared to the monkeys, Josh's CPM was off the chart! But every time he got praised for such a meaningless thing, he couldn't help but be annoyed.
While typing, he would subtly share messages with the old man next door. To do so, he had drilled a hole in the cubicle wall to let the sound pass easily between the two of them.
At first, the old man had been completely opposed to it, but Josh had finally managed to convince him. The trick was to position the hole in a way that made it indiscernible from the cubicle entrance.
