what is the word

OPERATION SAVE ME
A long time ago, at a time in my life that feels (but isn't) far, far away, I was very well-acquainted with a Company Man, a manager who was making pretty good money & doing well for himself. He was creative, hilarious, talented, alarmingly intelligent, & full of appreciation for the beauty to be found everywhere. He had a way of finding the magical, even -- the "cute" -- in everything. It was sort of unbelievable that someone of such potential would be a middle manager at such a dull job as his, & tho he excelled at it, it horribly depressed him. He passed me notes sometimes. Usually they were funny little anagrams or drawings, but once it was a sad little plea: "Operation Save Me."
He wanted out of that office so much, out of the life that had become his, & he felt there was so much required of him before he could leave. He wanted my help; he needed someone's help; when he finally tore himself away it was a slow revelation to me. For here I am, interminable months later, watching the same amount of the same television show every morning before I leave, knowing exactly where to stand to get the subway at the exact right place to meet my connection, eating the same salads for lunch from the same group of restaurants, blearily typing my way thru the day. At the optometrist last week my doctor told me my vision is deteriorating from staring at a computer screen too long. I told her, "That's depressing," and she agreed.
I wasn't feeling quite so "feh" earlier today. I swear it.
I'm getting back to work.