Unlike most of his coworkers, Herbert actually has a Bachelors degree.	He spent four years sequestered in an isolated college, pursuing a degree in Medieval Studies.
He is certain those years were not spent in vain.	His placement councilor at Omni Whore Temp Agency seems equally certain.
Still, Herbert does not despair.	Even if he can not find employment in his field, he can surely apply the lessons he learned to his current situation.
With a little imagination, he can almost see ancient Cabalistic patterns in the constant stream of numbers.	True, sometimes he wishes he had a job that was more contemplative. But because it's so mindless, he comforts himself with the thought that he can pursue his dream of writing epic after school specials during his time off.
Yes, after a relaxing day of data entry and customer service, and the four buses it takes for him to get home, his time is his own.
His friends encourage him not to give up hope.
Come to think of it, there is something chant-like about repeating the same questions, day after day.	Herbert is able to shrug off the constant assaults on his dignity. After all, he does not put his whole self into his job.
No, he does not regret the $120,000 he and his parents spent on his education. It has afforded him a deeper insight into the nature of the world...	..which allows him to see the beauty and magic in all things.
Herbert dreams of going down in a hail of bullets, surrounded by Federales, but knows he'll probably just sink into a coma for no reason at all...	Sometimes he has thoughts of exploding in a violent outburst of creativity and sound.
He usually recognizes these thoughts as unrealistic pretty quickly.
Chants still ring in his head occasionally...	...fading in and out...
And as the seconds of his days tick by, he is thankful for the crystalline clarity with which he perceives his situation.