Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427

Employee Number 427's job was simple

He sat at his desk in room 427 and pushed buttons on a keyboard

Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order

This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year

And although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job

And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened, something that would forever change Stanley, something he would never quite forget

He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow

No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say "hi"

Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation

Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time, but as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

Yell the word "damn" loudly across the PA system at twelve-o-clock sharp.

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.