Part 1. A working mans lot...

You pull your{IfJob=1} Honda{endif}{ifJob=2}Mercedes{endif} towards the security gate of the parking lot, shaking your thoughts from your mind in order to focus on the upcoming tasks.

The security guard waves you through and you pull through, heading for your usual parking space.

Finding it empty, you naturally pull in, like so many times before...

You gather your things, and get out of your car{ifJob=1}, begrudgingly trying to collect yourself for the usual hell that awaits you inside...{endif}{IfJob=2}, clearing your thoughts for the days upcoming objectives...{endif}