Thursday, July 06, 2006
cubicle worker going postal
mydaysasawageslave.com
While I'm on the subject of going postal, there's been this weird guy renting a cubby hole of a cubicle in the attic here for the last 2 months.
No one really knows who he is or what he does. I've passed him on the stairs a few times but after he ignored me the first couple of times, I stopped saying hello to him.
He just came in off the street and put down a month's cash up front on the office, so no one seemed to know anything about him or his background.
So anyway, last week a mate called in to one of the designers here and was all freaked out at the fact he had passed the guy in the attic on the stairs.
"what's that guy doing here? You do know he's a total psycho? Jesus, he works here now? Doing what?"
"Er, we don't really know." Tom the wageslave said. "He kind of stays in there all day with the door closed. You can hear the radio going all the time too."
"...yea the receptionist reckons he doesn't get any calls or mail or anything for his business either so we don't know. And apparently he's never let the cleaning ladies in either. He even changed the locks on his door." I added conspiratorially.
"Exactly. He's a fuckin' nut. I 'm telling you!" friend of Tom the wageslave continued. "I was around at a friend, Dave the Dealer's house a couple of years back and next thing this guy turns up at the door with a huge wad of cash, looking to buy drugs. Dave totally freaked out. Told us to hide in the bedroom until he could get rid of the guy. He gave the guy some lame excuses that he was out of stock and all. Gave him the last of his personal stash but wouldn't take any money of the guy.
Afterward we where all asking him what that was about. The guy we saw was this little well spoken fella. Not the kind of person who'd usually unsettle an old school dealer like Dave.
Then Dave told us that a few months before, he met the guy on the street with a friend. They were chatting away, when the guy took a phone call. He got real agitated and finished the call. Next thing he looked around, picked up a rock off the side of the road, walked over to some old lady he'd never met before and smashed her in the head.
The boys were totally stunned. The guy just starts laughing, asking them did they see that. They just ran off. Left her there bleeding. Dave reckons the guy is some psycho rich kid who hates his parents. A bad news, cold fucker. He had been avoiding him 'till that night.
And I'm telling you, that's the same fucker you got upstairs in the attic!"
We all went quiet for a while. Looking around shiftily, kind of freaked out until Niall, a wageslave from accounts, broke the silence... "So this friend of yours, Dave the Dealer... he's sells drugs then does he?"
Nice, I thought, I'm going to die.
At work.
How depressing.
While I'm on the subject of going postal, there's been this weird guy renting a cubby hole of a cubicle in the attic here for the last 2 months.
No one really knows who he is or what he does. I've passed him on the stairs a few times but after he ignored me the first couple of times, I stopped saying hello to him.
He just came in off the street and put down a month's cash up front on the office, so no one seemed to know anything about him or his background.
So anyway, last week a mate called in to one of the designers here and was all freaked out at the fact he had passed the guy in the attic on the stairs.
"what's that guy doing here? You do know he's a total psycho? Jesus, he works here now? Doing what?"
"Er, we don't really know." Tom the wageslave said. "He kind of stays in there all day with the door closed. You can hear the radio going all the time too."
"...yea the receptionist reckons he doesn't get any calls or mail or anything for his business either so we don't know. And apparently he's never let the cleaning ladies in either. He even changed the locks on his door." I added conspiratorially.
"Exactly. He's a fuckin' nut. I 'm telling you!" friend of Tom the wageslave continued. "I was around at a friend, Dave the Dealer's house a couple of years back and next thing this guy turns up at the door with a huge wad of cash, looking to buy drugs. Dave totally freaked out. Told us to hide in the bedroom until he could get rid of the guy. He gave the guy some lame excuses that he was out of stock and all. Gave him the last of his personal stash but wouldn't take any money of the guy.
Afterward we where all asking him what that was about. The guy we saw was this little well spoken fella. Not the kind of person who'd usually unsettle an old school dealer like Dave.
Then Dave told us that a few months before, he met the guy on the street with a friend. They were chatting away, when the guy took a phone call. He got real agitated and finished the call. Next thing he looked around, picked up a rock off the side of the road, walked over to some old lady he'd never met before and smashed her in the head.
The boys were totally stunned. The guy just starts laughing, asking them did they see that. They just ran off. Left her there bleeding. Dave reckons the guy is some psycho rich kid who hates his parents. A bad news, cold fucker. He had been avoiding him 'till that night.
And I'm telling you, that's the same fucker you got upstairs in the attic!"
We all went quiet for a while. Looking around shiftily, kind of freaked out until Niall, a wageslave from accounts, broke the silence... "So this friend of yours, Dave the Dealer... he's sells drugs then does he?"
Nice, I thought, I'm going to die.
At work.
How depressing.
# posted by mydaysasawageslave @ 5:39 AM 
