Another day of work has passed for Tom. He works everyday selling papers and warehousing company documents/files. For some reason, this job never seemed to get dull for Tom. Maybe it has but since he was so enthralled in working, he was too busy to even care. Talk about a devoted employee or perhaps even a workaholic to the extreme. Anyway, Tom continued to work day after day not even considering if there were any other employees let alone any other beings within the workplace or around the area.

 He just walks straight from the front door straight into his office and head-first into his work. Everyone felt concerned about Tom. He never attempted to socialize with the other co-workers or anyone in general for that matter. Maybe Tom just plainly hates people or perhaps he simply loves wallowing in his lonesome darkness. The cubicle of an outcast is truly an area worthy, or should I say destined for our friend Tom.

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 We don't even know if we're even friends, to begin with. I can hardly say that we know each other let alone even ever meeting at any point in time throughout this life but I'm only a voice-over so why should Tom even care? Maybe deep down within himself, he does care or perhaps I'm wrong. It's been about at least a year now and Tom still hasn't even attempted to interact with any of the people around him. It's not Tom's fault, but it may be the employer's own for putting Tom in such a menial position such as this.