No human being was built to do this — sit in a six-by-six foot cubicle for eight hours a day, five days a week. I glance at the clock for the umpteenth time, willing the hands to move faster. They don't. Clocks are funny that way — annoyingly inflexible to my whims. Click. Click. Click. My fingers resume typing, trying to pass the time, trying not to think about him or what he's going to do to me this time. I hear an audi...