He put his pen down on his desk, neatly perpendicular to the ruler, the black permanent marker, and the pencil. He stared at the four straight lines, adjusted them slightly, and then nodded as if to show approval. Then his eyes drifted upwards towards the glowing computer screen.
"I'll wait," he said to himself.
No reason to get all uppity about it, I can just wait until it arrives and then I'll have something to show for it, he thought.
But he waited, and waited another day, and still it did not arrive. He knew it wouldn't, but waited for it anyway, and his pen sat perpendicular to his ruler, his black permanent marker, and his pencil.