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slow, tedious affair, and after nearly ten turns of slogging his way through heavy traffic, Gsefx had, for the most part, resigned himself to the fact that the commute was simply a part of the job. Sometimes, when he allowed himself to escape into the music he loved so dearly, that resignation worked. The trip to and from the office provided Gsefx with the perfect opportunity to turn the volume up as loud as he wanted and kick everything else out of his mind, if only briefly. As the amount of free time he had to simply sit and enjoy his music was such a rarity, the privacy of his vehicle could be a welcome sanctuary—when he allowed it to be. At times like this, however, when there was so much work piled up and waiting for him, even his favorite music wasn't enough to keep him from exploding in frustration.
    “Gralt!” he shouted again, with another slam to the console.
    He took a deep breath in an effort to compose himself before briefly considering taking the next exit to access an alternate route. There were numerous ways to get to the Galacticount offices, of course, and Gsefx knew them all. He discarded the idea as quickly as it crossed his mind.
    Just be patient, Gsefx, and stay on course, he thought. As slow as traffic is moving, alternates never work and usually end up taking longer.
    He took another deep breath and attempted to steer his thoughts away from the traffic, and the trouble it was currently causing him.
    It's not like your life is going to come crashing down around you if you don't get there early, he told himself. After all, you have it pretty juricking good—a great career with the single most prestigious accounting firm in the galaxy. And, lest you forget, you just got a promotion. You have a beautiful home—even if it is a bit far from the office. Best of all, you're married to Lhvunsa, the woman of your dreams. How much better do you think you can do than that? No better, that's how much, so quit pitching a fit. You're only ten turns out of Higher Learning, so I'd say you're doing pretty juricking good. Certainly good enough to not let this traffic ruin everything for you. What if someone from the office were in a vehicle close by and saw you cursing and slamming your fists into the console? How good for your career do you think that would be?
    This wasn't Gsefx's first attempt at talking himself through his frustrations. He'd recited this script many times before. Too many times, in fact, for it to have the intended effect of taking his mind off the traffic. No matter that it was all true, the facts simply didn't matter at the moment. What did matter was that he’d awoken early, which in and of itself was no easy task, then left home early, hoping to beat the traffic and get to the office ahead of everyone else. All so he could catch up on his work before the chaos of the rotation put him even further behind than he already was. That was out of the question now.
    “Gralt!” He shouted again, this time refraining from hitting the console, or anything else. “I'm not asking for much! Just a little time to work without interruption so I can catch up a little. Now, thanks to this juricking traffic,” he waved two of his arms around wildly, “that's not going to happen, and I'm probably going to have to stay late again … or work through the break. Either way, Lhvunsa is not going to be happy about it.”
    He reached into his storage compartment and grabbed a snack bar, his fourth since leaving the house. He tore off the wrapper and tossed it to the floor with the others, then stuffed the entire bar into his mouth. As he did so, the console chronometer caught his attention once again.
    “Graulgh!” he shouted, as best he could around a mouthful of junk food. According to his onboard timekeeper, getting to work early was no longer his biggest concern. At his current rate of travel, simply arriving on time was going to be a stretch. Gsefx wasn’t sure how many times he’d been late this