The Daily WTF

Genesis stepped off the bus, splashing through puddles in neon-yellow rain boots, towards the old, rusted bay door of the “Radical Radiators” building. Her actual employer was “Radiation Programmers”, which was either related to the heating company or had purchased the building cheap when the radiators went out of business.

Key in hand, she unlocked the door, walked past the “No Smoking” sign, and settled in beneath the buzzing fluorescent lights. Laptop on wi-fi, NPR murmuring in her headphones, Genesis settled in for her day: writing software to handle payment processing for fan fiction sites.

The garage creaked open. Ten seconds later, a man with a gray, frayed beard ambled in, his blaring music audible even through Genesis’s noise-cancelling headphones.

“Hey Howard, how was your commute?” Howard grunted in reply. Their interactions were minimal, consisting mainly of morning nods and grunts. Genesis was replacing Howard on the team, and it

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