young face with blond hair that sat on his head like a
mop. As Marty pulled out his laptop and starting key-
boarding and clicking looking for the stat, Joy told
George how Marty had come to be their research guy.
How they would always get into interesting conversations
about life, business, success, or whatever and like clock-
work Marty would always come in the next day with
some important research that shed some light on what
they had discussed. They called him the Google Man be-
cause he could find the best information on any topic.
“Here it is!” he shouted as he lifted up his laptop for
everyone to see the screen. The screen read:
“Isn’t that amazing?” Joy asked George, who did not
quite understand the significance of this research and just
stood silent.
“Hello, George. I’m going to wake you up today like
a shot of espresso,” she chuckled. “Monday at 9 A.M.is
when people start their workweek,” Joy said passionately.
“Think about that, George. People would rather die than
go to work,” she said as the passengers on the bus chuck-
led. “It sounds funny but actually it’s quite sad. People
feel like they don’t have a choice. So they give up. But I
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