Who's the Boss?

“Life sucks”, he said. He slammed the door shut, and swore he wouldn’t ever return back. He would resign his job, he was not meant to be here. He would go out for a vacation, out to some far away place, and relax. Yes, he needed to relax, there were things to be thought about, there were things to be decided, and there were things to run away from. Perhaps he would go on a cruise, see new places, find some women, drink till his heart’s content. He would take a walk in the nights, devouring the sky and the sea to find no difference, and feel one with them; he would look at the stars, till he found a shooting star, and then another, and then another. He would sleep, and travel, across unknown dimensions, where his mind will create every this and that…..

The next day, he dressed himself up, and went to OFFICE.

This is his boss speaking. It is 11 PM in the night. He is still here. He broke the glass door after all.