Thomas Werner Post 8

Fears: Ohio
Annoyances: Politics
Accomplishments: Not living in Ohio
Confusions: Love
Sorrows: cannot be identified, too excessively drowned
Dreams: Just to be content
Idiosyncrasies: Good hygiene
Risks: Public school
Beloved Possessions: Money
Problems: Ohio

The sour smell of industry leaks into the air. It's a dark rainy day, so there's just a grey sheet of color everywhere you look. Then you're greeted by the dumbest, strangest mascot you've ever seen: a grimacing baseball with a mustache. What kind of idiots would think of that? How stupid and boring must a team be to have that as there mascot?? Oh... Oh no......... You now just realized where you are. The stupidity of the mascot required all your brain power to comprehend it, so you had no room in there to think about where you were. Fear clutches your body, you are pinned by the chill of fear -and cold- as reality sets in. You try to turn around, but it's too late. The job at the factory is was the only one you could actually land after a nine month job search.
At least you have 15 more years until retirement, halfway there!