He rarely had some downtime, but the electricity company had scheduled the power to be out, so going back home would be inconvenient. Could you imagine what a nightmare it would be to spend hours without the AC?
Daydreaming about recent and past events, he took advantage of the book collection available to him and picked a book about the work of translators, fueling his vague dream of one day leaving his job and retiring to a quiet space with his pages and ideas. Working as a translator was something that started to take shape as an alternative to keep paying his mortgage in case he had the guts to walk away from accounting.
While daydreaming about it, he usually didn't consider his limited knowledge of other languages and the lack of time spent abroad that could somehow help him when a slang would put him against the wall. He took a stroll through the chapters without stopping at any of them.