a window in the work-life of fredeeky...

Yesterday there was a printer that was out of order. It was one of those huge printers that run off a roll of paper and the roll ran out right as I needed it most. So I walk around to try and find someone who can help me out. The eighth floor is all weird rooms that run off of this one long hallway. So I go into one of the rooms and there are just piles of paper and crap everywhere making this place seem even stranger. The cubicles are organized in a way to give people some privacy and so I have to go through this maze asking people if anyone knows anything about the printer. I keep getting directed to the back of this area and finally find “Robert” who they tell me might know the answer to my question. (The tech people pretty much told me to go f myself. They told me they won’t stoop to changing paper.) So finally I see Robert and I say, “Excuse me Robert?” Right as I’m in the middle of this sentence I realize that there is a naked ass in motion on his computer monitor and that he’s watching some porn on his computer. Hey the guy may have been doing research or something, but I seriously doubt it. I think he was just settling in to watch some ass at work. Anyway he turns around and looks at me really calmly and evenly. Although he seems pretty outwardly calm from the neck up, with a free hand he’s fumbling for something on his desk. He maintains eye contact and asks what he can do for me as he grabs a sheet of loose leaf paper and presses it to his computer screen there by covering up whatever he’s watching. I do an uncomfortable cough/giggle as I ask him about the proofer and he kindly answers that he can’t help me out, but that he’s always wanted to know how to change the paper on that printer. I then thank him and back out right into a huge stack of papers and then turn and pretty much run away.So now I have to take the elevator down stairs and I get on with this 40-something mustachioed guido that I sometimes smoke cigarettes with. He’s rocking a big furry shearling style coat over one of his many “dress” style t-shirts. They’re the kind of t-shirts that guys wear under a suit or what ever. I don’t have any, but I think I would look really hot in one. So anyway, I ask him if he’s going for a smoke. He says he’s on his way home and can’t wait to get out. He then grins insanely and starts jumping up and down while looking attentively at the dial above the elevator doors that shows you what floor your on. He is working on timing his ridiculous jumps and at this point the elevator is rocking back and forth and although I’m amused at his antics I’m also a little scared. “Makes it go faster” he tells me between jumps. At this point I’m in the corner of the elevator and am holding on for dear life to the brass bannisters on the wall. Before I know it we’re at the first floor (I meant to go to three, but in all the confusion I forgot). “See?” he asks me. “That was fast right.” I nod and give another cough/giggle and stagger out realizing that I have to go back up to three. I went and had a smoke instead.