It's a terrible life
IT’S A TERRIBLE LIFE
Sam Wesson.
Sam stares at the name plate on his chest like it’s the first time he’s seeing it, like he just realized in that moment that that is his name.
It doesn’t fit, he figures. Somehow, the name feels too... short. He can’t say this to anyone else without being the butt-end of endless size-related jokes -again- but he can’t help the feeling. It just is what it is, but at the same time, Sam is sure that there should be more to it.
Every one working in his section is there temporarily. Some of them have been in that same job, ‘temporarily’, for over twenty years. None of them, however, feels like his whole existence there is temporary. None, except Sam.