Tending my flock


Scene 1
El Jefe sits at his cubicle immersed in a technical manual. El Jefe's brow is creased as he concentrates. Non-offending music plays softly in the background, slightly chewed pens, an unholy tangle of wires, stapler, tape, and a mildewing collection of used cups and glasses litter his desk.

"huh"

He looks up. He squints.

click. click. tap,tap.

"hah"

"Yo Jfizzle, check this out"

Scene 2
WH, a friend of El Jefe and fellow worker drone sits in his cubicle on the other side of the building. Poor WH. Its been a long day and he's gamely working away at whatever crap he does at ole Ipas. El Jefe really has no idea what that is and in retrospect probably should take more of an interest. On the other hand, El Jefe respects his privacy.

Suddenly WH is shaken out of his routine by some strange activity on the mouse.
It seems to be fighting his well practiced motions. As WH's eyes focus on the activity he releases the mouse and suddenly the jerky, seemingly random movements of his pointer transform into graceful paths filled with purpose.

The pointer goes to the Start button and opens Notepad while Walter takes all this in and begins to get a little uncomfortable.

The cursor blinks.

"Hello WH."
"Wake up WH"
"Follow the white rabbit WH."

"Hippity hop, Hippity hop"

Walter hesitantly writes "Who is this?"

"the coolest guy you know WH"

After this point the transcript grows a bit ugly.

Scene 3
Back in the warren of cubicles that makes up IT's redoubt and sanctuary.

Jfizzle wipes a tear from his eye
"so wrong..." and walks away.

El Jefe struggles to regain composure for some time...

then he waits for Jfizzle to return to his desk...



love ya, don't go changing..

El Jefe