You pull the covers over your head, ad try to go to sleep, but to no avail. You decide to pull yourself out of bed for the second time this morning. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it's 7:19 in the morning.
Since you're still in your boxers it's probably not prudent to pull back the curtains, and reveal your mostly-naked self to most of the city, so you flip on the lamp on your bedstand.
The answering machine is on your dresser, which is against the nearest wall of the small apartment. Generally, it's quite clean, surprising for a 20-something bachelor like yourself. There's a large television built into the wall of your flat, along with a small kitchen and bar area in the corner. Despite there only being two rooms, it's comfortable enough, and the location more than makes up for the lack of privacy when there's guests. Two of the walls are almost entirely windows, and the large curtains are pulled across them, for privacy, and the glass tinted. You're still blown away at getting such a spectular deal on a room, although you suspect it's got something to do with the age of the building. Still, at least your room is well enough maintained.
Walking to the dresser, you narrowly avoid tripping over your cat, who seems quite insistent on weaving between your legs. Apparently, it needs attention. Looking down at the machine, you feel your stomach tighten up, you don't even need to listen to the message to know what it says. It's a call from work.
Recently hired by Apple, you thought you had it made. But the company was well past it's prime. After it's golden age in the early 21st century, people realized that Macs weren't quite as trendy as everyone thought, and the with the rapid growth in the entertainment and gaming industries, Apple's talent for design couldn't keep up with the sheer demand for compatibility that the other competing companies offered. Even dropping their computer branch couldn't keep them alive for long, and the company started a slow decline into obscurity. This day in age, having a Mac product meant you were some sort of uber-geek, or at least more attached to the retro than you should've been. You were hired in a last push by the company to avoid bankrupcy, and the call was the inevitable message of termination.
At least that frees up your day. You should probably stop by your office and collect your stuff, though.