By 5 PM, both Gary and Jack were ready to call it quits. Gary had somehow managed to accidentally sign a multi-million-dollar deal with a competitor, using a coin flip to determine whether or not they should go through with it. He was proud of himself for his "bold decision-making," and people were even referring to him as a "visionary leader."
Jack, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat, covered in cleaning solution, and had left a trail of destruction in his wake. He had mopped the same hallway three times, only for it to be dirtier each time. The mop had somehow escaped from his grip and landed in the company's breakroom, where it promptly began its own chaotic adventure.
The two met in the elevator again at the end of the day, looking completely drained.
"I never want to see a spreadsheet again," Gary moaned, slumping against the wall.
Jack groaned. "And I never want to touch another mop. I can't believe I've been doing that for a whole day."
Gary gave him a tired look. "So… this was a terrible idea, huh?"
Jack chuckled weakly. "Absolutely. But hey, at least now we know - your job's not as easy as it looks, and my job's not as glamorous as it seems."
They both laughed, the tension from the day slowly lifting.
The next morning, Gary was back at his janitor's closet, cleaning up a mess of spilled coffee, while Jack sat at his desk, signing contracts with a newfound respect for the people who kept the office running smoothly.
They had learned their lesson: the grass is always greener, but sometimes, it's just a different shade of brown.