A disaster of epic proportions that required immidiate assistance...
Our beloved leader has lost power.
The layout of the Hallway is simple, cubicles facing one another in groups of 2 all the way down. Our Hero is stationed at the beginning of the Hallway. His office, his perch, his sanctuary, littered with debris, papers, mouldy coffee cups and the slight aroma of man musk.
In order to get to the office everyone must cross paths with our Heros desk, on one occassion everyone was greeted with a dark cubicle dimly lit with romance, ambiguity and a sense of je ne c'est quoi?
A phone call was made to the janitorial department "This is of the utmost importance, my cubicle light is not working and it is imperative that this situation is dealt with immidiately, please advise on when action will be taken to remedy this situation."
In the mean time our Hero took it upon himself to race home (approximately a 20 minute drive - one way) to pick up his very own household lighting device. Upon his return I noted a garbage pale overturned with a stylish yet chique, silver brushed lamp sitting beside him. Clutch performance of the week...
The cubicle light was fixed later on that afternoon much to the dismay of our Hero, voicing his displeasure of such working environment. "I have some very important calls to make, how long will this process take?" Needless to say the first call made after the light was fixed was to a car insurance broker for his own benefit.
The lamp still remains in close proximity to his desk, alluminating smiles, hearts and spirits alike everytime the preverbial chain is yanked
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