Robert White is a nondescript man of 32 years with brown hair and gray eyes. Every day he gets up when the alarm strikes 6:00 and the local A.M. radio show announces the weather, news, and traffic of the day. He has a bowl of oatmeal and toast every morning. Then he rinses his dishes and puts them in the dishwasher. He then takes a shower, brushes his teeth, dries and styles his hair plainly, and shaves. He then puts on the suit, shirt, and tie he prepared the previous night. Typically a grey and or blue suit, a white button-down shirt with a non-flashy tie. Gray, beige, or navy are good tie colors. Shoes of brown or black adorn his feet. He takes a minute to make sure they're shined. He turns off the radio on his alarm clock, setting it to go off again tomorrow.

At 7:05 on the dot, he leaves his apartment to catch the 7:15 bus. He presents his yearly pass to the bus driver.

At 7:35-to-7:45, depending on traffic and passengers, the bus arrives downtown, two blocks from the tall office building where he works. He walks the rest of the way, entering the tall, double-glass-doors in the austere, modern lobby so he can get to the elevator. He heads to the 22nd floor.

The Samson & Bilkes Group, an Architectural Firm, is where he works. He arrives no later than 7:50 A.M. He's greeted by the female secretary and returns the greeting. He heads down the hall until he reaches the office he shares with ten other Drafters.

Throughout the day he receives the designs that the firm's architects and designers hand him and turn them into something a construction engineer could understand, giving it the technical requirements to make the design actually achievable in the real world.

When he has time he develops his own designs so he can show them to his boss. a promotion to architect would be a nice change, though in the 8 years he's worked for the firm, since he graduated, he's never once received acknowledgement for his own designs.

In fact, he's the oldest drafter in his office.

At 12:00, he gets lunch at the sandwich cart a woman pushes around the office, or leaves to have lunch at a sandwich shop across the road. He likes turkey on whole wheat, hold the mayo, and a bottle of spring water.

He's back at his desk by 12:50.

At 17:00, work is done. The secretary says goodbye and he returns the farewell. Outside at the bus top, he waits for the 17:15 bus.

When he comes home he removes his suit, checks it for cleanliness, and then presses it and hangs it up for future use. He puts on his workout clothes and gets on the treadmill he keeps in the stark 2nd bedroom of his apartment. He runs for an hour, then has a shower. He puts on his pajamas.

For dinner, he makes a TV Dinner or rings for take out. He eats while watching primetime programming or Animal Planet. Exactly at 10, he shuts off his television, brushes his teeth, takes off his glasses, and goes to bed. At 6 A.M., his alarm goes off and he begins his day again.

On Saturday, he's at the gym for an hour, lifting weights. On Sunday he makes a trip to the grocery store to buy food for the week.

And so it's always been since Robert White got his job out of college and moved here when he was 24.

He had a girlfriend in college, but she moved to California to be a singer/songwriter. Last he heard, she ended up in Washington married with three children to a plumber. He hasn't had a girlfriend since, nor has it really mattered to him to get one. His days are full enough already.

He doesn't have friends he hangs out with; he has work colleagues and office socials. But once the work is over, he goes home to attend to his own matters, right on schedule.