Z works in an office. Z wants to keep her job. It’s her safe place, her happy place; there’s just one thing that’s getting in the way: her work. Z must work harder to keep what she wants, but it’s slipping out of her hands, and it’s spiralling out of control. Z must think fast and act even quicker, but her reality and her TV are blurring, and it’s hard to know which is real and which is not. Is she insane? Is she an alcoholic? Or is she just really bad at her job?