Delivery Man

Mr. Lobel James Edwardson Maynard Williams Jr. was having a bad day. This was not very unusual for him.

To say that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed would be quite appropriate, and entirely factual. When the ship was constructed, the builders had placed the bed in precisely the right area to create a perfectly-sized gap between the bed and the wall next to it, so that if you were to roll out in that direction while sleeping, you would find it nearly impossible to get out again. It had taken Williams no less than half an hour to extricate himself from this position, and by the time he had gotten out the automated breakfast service had come and gone, leaving his protein packs for the morning entirely uneaten.

Also, the coffee machine had broken. This was possibly the worst problem of them all.

Nevertheless, Williams had to pull through all this, because his job did not permit him to be sidetracked by lesser details. His job was to ship mail, packages, cargo, and all sorts of other materials across the stars and make sure all of it got there safely. Simply put, he was a delivery man.

Williams had no particular feelings one way or another for his job. His only thought was that the work must be done, and done on time at that. All this was instinctive, and Williams hadn't really thought about the rest.