"You're gonna be late"

"Now's not really the time, is it? You're gonna be late for work." Your eyes widen and you case a quick glance at the stickers, spotting some shaped like a briefcase, one missing from the section. Each one has a line on it, room for something to be written in.

"What did you-" you stop, knowledge leaking into your mind as you start to speak. You gasp as knowledge of your new job sets in. "Fuck, you made me a..."