Reus Renascentis Lamius was sitting at the large conference table, desperately trying to find a way to focus on the report that was being read out loud.
He was forced to admit that the task was proving to be more than he could handle. With unbearable slowness, the reader turned to page 4.
4 out of 10! He reminded himself, and suppressed a groan.
He should know, he was the one who wrote the stupid thing in the first place!
As the report dragged on and on, Reus found himself looking out the large office windows, directly at the building next door. For a moment, his mind entertained the idea that perhaps, in that building, someone was enduring the same kind of torture as he was at this very moment forced to listen to a report, written by some idiot who had typed it in the smallest font possible in an attempt to save money on printing paper.
Of course, he thought, as the rain outside started subsiding and the sun finally shone through, this time I am the idiot! Psychologis