Sam leaned back and looked at the clock that hung behind him over his cubical. Another day another dollar. he sighed. This had not been his plan when he had first got out of high school; this had just been a stepping stone to his next job. He had answered these phones now for thirteen years without a change in sight. When he had first joined the firm they had said that he did not need a degree in business or marketing. All he had to do was answer the phones and answer the questions of the other person. In five to six months they said he would move up to learn the business, now he did not even know what the firm did.

He had had dreams that would have made him big, the book still sat in his desk at home. He had written in out when the student took their own life when he was a freshman in school. A book about how death was really a nice woman that only took those that needed to go on to the next world. Now he could not even look at the tattered old notebook that it was in. pages were falling out but he really did not care. He no longer had time to read or write anything. The last thing he had read was a book for a class that the bosses had informed him that he had to take or lose his job. Maybe it would have been better to have lost it. At least then he would not be stuck here at a quarter to eight in the evening still answering the phones from the callers on the west coast. Sighing he sat back up and took off his head set. That one had been the last caller now he could go home.

Home, two room flat in a falling apart building, Home where all that happened was the clinking of the old pipes in the walls over his head. Pulling his coat off the back of his chair he caught sight of his reflection. He was a fair looking man, not to noticeable in a crowed. That was until you saw his eyes. While his face looked mostly average, his black curly hair only ended at his shoulders his eyes made every one look twice. Now in his mind there was nothing special about his two color eyes, so one was green and one was near black, so what. But people could only stop and stare as he looked at them. it did make a striking picture, he had to admit but who would care.