From "Homemade"

Teresa had been working at Bookends for three months and had finally entered that comfortably-sized tunnel of patterns and rhythms that defines a nine-to-five position. She had a combination lock for her cubby, a thermal travel mug that she washed out every night, and a plastic container for the pink runcible spoon that her colleagues insisted on calling a ‘spork’. She had a tote bag reserved exclusively for “work stuff” and the occasional string of green lights with her commute. Although exhilaration wasn’t something she could expect from this job- contentment might be.