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 duck my head below the desk and yes, sure enough there's an ancient CPU buzzing away.

I stand and look over the edge of what I now know to be a cubicle. A cubicle in an office in the 80s.

Then I remember being in the car and swerving and being very drunk and having three other people in the car with me.

Then I realize: I'm in hell. This is somebody's idea of hell. Actually The idea is mine.