Paul awakens the next morning. He rolls over and looks at the clock. "SHIT! I'm late!" he says and jumps out of bed, hardly noticing that he's back to his normal size. He pulls on his clothes and heads for the construction site.
When he pulls up one of his buddys sees him and says "Yo Paul. Boss wants to see you in the office. Paul heads across the site mumbling to himself about his alarm not going off and wondering if his shrinking the night before had been a dream. He gets to the office.
Stepping in, he sees his boss, Steve Ericson. Steve was a HUGE man, standing 6'7" and weighing in at nearly 450lbs, most of it in a large, round, firm beer gut. He's almost 60, with thinning grey hair and a large, bushy grey mustache.
They exchange some minor pleasantries and get down to setting up the week's schedule. All the while, Paul has begun to shrink again.
"Say, Paul. You feeling alright? You're sweating."
"Yeah, rough night." Paul stands up only to have his pants fall right off, already having lost a foot of height.
"What the fuck happened to you?!"
By the time Paul stammers out an answer, he's already lost another six inches and is shrinking fast.