Random paragraph #24

Sitting alone in his cubicle, Jack gnawed on a stale overpriced muffin while staring at the weathered “word of the day” calendar. He couldn’t believe it... not three days ago he had been lying on a beach in San Tropez, feeling the waves beat against his toes... a margarita in each hand and a bevy of beautiful women parading by wearing only slightly more than what one might use to floss one’s teeth. Now, stripped of his beloved sunshine and scenery, and burdened by the weight of knowing he wouldn’t be able to take anymore time off until at least the next fiscal quarter, he sighed. Slumping in his dilapidated aluminum-backed chair, a lukewarm cup of coffee in one hand and a copy of the “Primotech Interoffice Gazette” in the other, he glanced back at the calendar and began to chuckle... after all, he couldn’t help but find it ironic... today’s word of the day: “mulct”.