Alarm clocks waken a dismal chorus of electronic noise and groans. several heads and other body parts appear. The heads blink sleepily, several snooze buttons silencing their respective annoyances for the moment - more blinking.
If you've lived two weeks in an open bay you've seen it all.
Ground hog day isn't just an expression. It's a philosophy and a state of mind specifically adopted by those who must not be reminded of the separation of days or the passage of time as it drags.
Men and women who endure this lifestyle have long since realized the only escape from monotony and separation is to blur the distinction between units of time. Departure to return becomes one incredibly long, desperately detached workday, culminating in a reunion that all too often falls far short of expectations.
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