Needless to say, it wasn't the job that forced him awake before the sun itself. The reason for his punctuality was his wife, Mrs. Pacman. You must realize that Mr. Pacman was brought up with a 1950's mindset. It was, thus, in his nature to ignore his blabbering wife. In addition, Mr. Pacman was a good Catholic man, so divorce was entirely out of the question. Despite his dislike, and uneven temper toward, his wife's shrill voice, Mr. Pacman was always home by eight. The reason for this is an entirely different matter.
Mr. Pacman always had a passion for this female ghost. He beleived that she wore too much pink, but he also thought that color suited her. Penny, the pink ghost that is, had a thing for Mark, a rather blue ghost. And, in any case, an affair, if Mr. Pacman had such intentions, would never be sastifying. For one thing, she was a vandal. She would leave trash morsels wherever she went and would graffiti the walls of the city. Mr pacman always turned a blind eye to her, a curse of being gentlemanly. For another thing, they played a game of cat and mouse. Mr. Pacman would avoided her, for fear his wife was out, and she avpioded him, for fear she should recieve the sharp end of his cane.
One time they did meet on equal terms. He had slipped itno the bar after work, mainly looking for his friend, Henry Tetris. He slid into a barstool after looking in vain. The seat next to him was occupied by none other than Penny the ghost. Well, after buying her a few drinks, they start engaging in a conversation about the ethics of urinals. Just as Mr. Pacman was reaching the peak of his argument, talking about the loss of privacy, his phone went off. He took the device from his pocket and turned it off. He finished his point, creating a rather large amount of laughter from Penny, when his wife walks in.
Mr. Pacman was filled with a sense of dread when he stumbled out the bar. His wife proceeded to yell at him about the time and whether or not he cared seeing his children to bed. The the last question he answered, in a perfect 1950's mindset, that it was a woman's job, so could really care less. This created another bout of screaming, which left him sleeping on the couch.
Ever since then, Mr. Pacman has remained punctual and often early. He never has visted that bar again and he now avoids Penny, should he ever see her. Now he just works and waits, counting the minutes to his death.