Bob from Accounting
Bob's a pretty simple guy. He drives a 2006 Ford Taurus, thinks McRib™ season is like Christmas for grownups, and frequently imagines Juan Valdez picking coffee beans as he drinks his morning cup of Folgers.
Despite his questionable taste in sandwiches and coffee, Bob’s pretty solid. He submits his reports on time, puts the toilet seat down, and always remembers his anniversary. But he’s never cared much for the bigger questions in life. Questions about things like where he came from, where he’s going, or what human consciousness might be.
Things like that don’t fit into spreadsheets, and things that don’t fit into spreadsheets make Bob uncomfortable.