Lately, I've been so sick of my job that I can hardly stand it! I've been working at the same company for years now, and no matter how hard I work and break my back for those people, nothing I do, seems to get recognized.
Presently, I'm on a business trip, nervous about an upcoming presentation I'm supposed to be giving, and angry, that my flight has been delayed indefinitely due to inclement weather. I'm quite annoyed, having thought that acing the aforementioned presentation would be my ticket to a promotion.
I'm pacified, to a considerable degree, however, when a strange foreign man invites me back to his so-called meditation room just beyond the airport's sky lounge -- and I'm treated to quite the luxurious treatment for my stress and discontent....
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