Workaholics Go To Meetings
Chapter 1: Entrance (part 1)

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I wonder if the fact that it was Halloween had any hidden meaning to it. Curiously, I did have to wear a suit. Not a costume, obviously, but for me it might as well have been one. It sure felt like it. I’ve never worn a suit to work. I was used to jeans, t-shirt, maybe an occasional pair of slacks with a button-down. But this was different. City. Real world. Real job. It’s not that I didn’t want to dress up; as a matter of fact I felt empowered donning the all-black Italian wool at seven in the morning. It wasn’t difficult choosing a suit – I only owned one, anyway. Bought at a clearance sale several years back, this suit has seen the light of day just a few times prior to this day – a wedding or two, may be a funeral. This day it had a different purpose. I looked at myself in the mirror. The suit looked great. Draped over a light gray Kenneth Cole shirt bound with a silver Fendi tie, the 5-button jacket closed high on my chest and screamed professionalism and determination. My dress shoes, used as sparingly as the suit, still kept their original polish and shone noticeably from below the pants. There I was, armed and ready. I smiled at myself, and even winked. “Let’s do this.”

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