I found myself staring at a cushioned wall with a Calendar stuck to it with a pushpin. In front of me is a CRT monitor. I'm instantly struck by the age of this screen I'm looking at.
Where the hell am I?
I can hear a faint sound now, that I recognize from the dim reaches of my memory as being other people in an office around me.
In front of me is a keyboard this is a very old computer set up I...