When I was four or so my mom used to have me kept after (pre)school with a crotchety old woman everyone called “Nanny.” Nanny kept kids for extra cash, which was pretty normal back then. She never wore anything but an old house dress (think mu-mu, but way older) and we kids had to stay in the tiny living room, completely silent, laying on the floor. No food, no drink, and no bathroom. Nanny didn’t really like children very much, and didn’t want them messing up anything in her house. She was the perfect sitter.
I was there for two years.
Anyway, the one bright spot was at four o’clock in the afternoon when Batman would come on TV. I was able to so completely lose myself in the program that I could totally forget where I was and what I was (or wasn’t) doing there. I loved Batman, and wanted to be him. I wanted to be a Good Guy and wear tights and a cape and beat the hell out of faceless minions and… escape.
So this is my gift to you. If you are stuck now at work as I was stuck then at Nanny’s, looking for a way to escape, even if only for a little while, looking for a Batman you can aspire to becoming… this is your shot.