Like Sarah Michelle Gellar in I Know What You Did Last Summer (which was really only scary to her, and not the Jennifer Love-Hewitt played protagonist), office workers tend to be lured into a false sense of security with regard to easing into their vacation time during the Christmas/Hanukkah cluster fuck. They get comfortable, forget that their days of leisure are numbered.
Until, one day, it’s December 26th–or maybe even December 27th–and they realize it’s come for them: the grim reaper of forced employment. Like the fisherman writing SOON on Helen Shivers’ mirror while she rests peacefully, there can be no true sense of enjoyment when one briefly turns her back on the daily responsibilities of cube life–even though they consist primarily of just sitting there, mastering the art of how to permanently weld your ass to a chair.