A suburban house. A desk cluttered with papers, headphones, stray cables, and a pair of socks. Dawn.
Jay, sitting at the desk, opens a browser tab and clicks on a favorited site to see if a data set he needs to produce forecasts has been updated yet. It has not. He pauses, slurps coffee from a large mug, and tries another site. As before.
JAY: (giving up again). Nothing to be done.
[Apologies to Samuel Beckett.]