We're always asking for too much in this office. First it was raspberries. Now it is kiwis. The kiwis roll around on the table in our office kitchen then rot. At work, I sit on the second floor of a skyscraper. At work, I walk from my computer screen to the fax machine and back again. After work, I beg my body to fall asleep because I have not done much of anything during the day, save the movement of the body from the screen and back to the screen again. The screen is a glowing blue god. Outside, we have sexy nude men washing our windows, which we also asked for."The demands keep growing," sa