[ CW ] Set up your story in five or less sentences .

There were several things Chuck never thought he'd see on a Monday morning as he sat in his dull, gray cubical, and mythological creatures topped that chart. On a Friday, sure, he would n't blink twice at the idea of a unicorn prancing by as he staggered down West 4th in his drunken stupor. Monday, however, was the day he promised himself he would n't drink, the day in which he dedicated his all to attempting not to get fired for the fifth time this year. He'd been doing pretty well so far, gone a solid three weeks in his latest career. Yet as Chuck stared at what appeared to be a heavy metal version of Satan, he realized it was unlikely he would meet his 5:00pm deadline.
