“Oh, how I hate Monday mornings!” Dakin said as he sat down at his desk.
“The countdown to the weekend has begun,” Christopher said. “Only one hundred and five hours until five o’clock Friday afternoon.”
“It’s too far away,” Dakin said. “I shall perish before then.”
“Well, you’d better look busy. Pinky is already in this morning and he’s not happy. Production is down again or something.”
Dakin took some papers out of the drawer and spread them out. “I hate everybody on Monday morning,” he said, “but I especially hate my parents for bringing me into the world and not providing me with a family fortune.”
“Alas,” Christopher said, “so few of us have a family fortune.”
“If I had even a small fortune, I would blow this place so fast.”
“A couple million would do.”
“I’d travel. I’d have a home on the Riviera and another one in Rome.”
“Only two?”
“Two to start with.”
“I hear somebody coming. Look alive!”
Agnes Simpkins came into the room, wearing a funereal black dress and a scowl on her face. She was looking at the floor and didn’t look at Dakin or Christopher. She walked to the far corner of the room, stood for a moment facing the wall, and went out again without speaking.
“What’s she looking for?” Dakin asked.
“Her soul,” Christopher said.
“Have you ever seen a more hideous woman? Her dress looks like she’s got it on backwards. Her hair looks like it was chewed off by a wolverine. Her lipstick looks like a chimp put it on for her.”
“There’s a rumor going around that she’s really a man.”
“That would explain a lot.”
“I think Pinky sent her in here to spy on us.”
Dakin shuffled some papers, held a pencil in his right hand and made a few squiggles. “I woke up with a headache this morning and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I really should have stayed at home.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Production is down, you know.”
“Hah!”
“If I collapse at my desk, go get somebody to help me, as long as it’s not Agnes Simpkins.”
“I’m sure she would be more than willing to administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Really, are you planning on doing any work today at all?”
“Not if I can help it. I’m too sick. I’m fine until I get to work and then after I get here I’m sick. I think it sounds like I need to stay away from work altogether for my health, doesn’t it?”
“It’s a conundrum.”
“I saw these friends on the weekend that I hadn’t seen in years. They own their own yacht. Can you believe it? They were going on a cruise in the Caribbean and they invited me to go along. I would love to have gone with them, but instead I’m here. I am in hell! Why was I even born?”
“Another conundrum.”
“And to top it all off, I’m hungry. I skipped breakfast.”
“I thought you said you were sick.”
“I am sick but that doesn’t mean I don’t desire food.”
“Anytime I’m sick, I…”
“How about if you be a dear and go see if anybody brought any donuts in today?”
“Why don’t you go?”
“I have all this work to do and, truly, I don’t have the strength to walk down the hall and witness the sickening sight of all those frightened little people working themselves into a frenzy just because production is down or something and Pinky is in an uproar. I mean, Pinky is always in an uproar about something or other, isn’t he?”
“I have a candy bar in my drawer if you want it.”
“That’s sweet of you but I really don’t want to eat candy on an empty stomach. It might make me vomit.”
“If you vomit, forcibly—and in front of everybody—you can legitimately go home sick. There’s nothing like a little projectile vomiting to drive home your point.”
“Yes, yes, that’s a good idea and I will keep it in mind.”
“How about if you proofread a report for me and correct any errors?”
“Oh, buddy, not you too!”
“Well, somebody’s got to get some work done around here.”
“I am not in any shape, physically or emotionally, to do any work today.”
“All right, I’ll do it myself.”
“Do you really care if it gets done or not?”
“I don’t care for myself but it would be nice to get it done.”
“’Nice to get it done’. I’m afraid you’re even starting to sound like them.”
“Please forgive me.”
“Where are you going for lunch today?”
“I think I’ll just stay here and get something out of the vending machine.”
“How banal! I’m going to take an extra long one today. I feel like walking down the block to Luigi’s and having some linguini in marinara sauce, a crisp salad, and spumoni for dessert. Would you like to come with me?”
“Somebody’s got to stay here and do some of this work.”
“Will you cover for me if I don’t come back?”
“I’ll say I haven’t seen you and I don’t know where you are.”
“Good thinking.”
Christopher put his head back and closed his eyes. “I can smell Pinky’s cologne!” he said. “He’s within thirty feet! Look busy!”
No sooner than the words were spoken, they spotted the man himself. He came toward them carrying a sheath of papers. He was winded, his face was red and the corners of his mouth turned down.
“Mr. Pinkley!” Dakin said cheerfully. “How lovely to see you! Is that a new toupee you’re wearing? It certainly looks handsome!”
“Humph!” Mr. Pinkley said. “I’ve heard reports that there’s been some hanky-panky going on in this department.” The wattles under his chin quivered with emphasis.
“Hanky-panky, sir?”
“Talking and loafing and not focusing on the work at hand.”
“Not focusing? I don’t know what would give anybody that idea, sir. We’re just as busy as a colony of beavers.”
“I’m warning you that I won’t have any slackers working in this company. If you aren’t prepared to give me a full day’s work, then you might as well leave now.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving, sir!”
“Production is down for the third straight quarter! That tells me that a house cleaning is in order, but I believe in giving everybody a second chance. You can consider this your warning. If I have to speak to you again, it’ll be to dismiss you.”
“I understand, sir! I believe I’ll be deserving of any punishment you see fit to mete out.”
“I want a written report from you every day outlining what you are working on and how much you have done that day. Do I make myself clear?”
“As a bell, sir! I only have one question.”
“What is it?”
“Will I be the only one submitting a daily report on my activities?”
“None of your business!”
“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
After Mr. Pinkley left, Dakin and Christopher looked at each other and laughed.
“Who does he think he is, speaking that way to me?” Dakin said. “I have a good mind to call up my lawyer and sue the bastard.”
“I’d like to see that,” Christopher said.
“I don’t have to take that kind of crap from him or anybody else.”
“No, indeed, you do not!”
“I’m ten times smarter than he is. I can outclass him any day in the week and twice on Sunday with one hand tied behind my back. He can’t even write a coherent sentence without some help from a secretary.”
“He is an ignorant son of a bitch,” Christopher said. “It goes with the territory.”
“Now I am completely thrown off my game after being spoken to in such a manner.”
“Some people are just too sensitive for the world of business.”
“Yes, thank you! I’m glad that someone in this rotten, stinking world recognizes that fact.”
“What are you going to do now? It sounds like you’re going to have to show Mr. Pinkley some results or he’s going to fire you.”
“What am I going to do? I’m going to take a long, long lunch and then I’m going home and taking an extended bubble bath to get the stench of this place off my body. After that I’m going to put on a dressing gown and telephone my lawyer. He and I are going to have an illuminating little discussion about how I have been harassed and pressured in the workplace to the point of nervous collapse. Then he will advise me about how we might proceed with a lawsuit. I know a very good doctor who will say on my behalf whatever needs to be said.”
“It sounds like you’ve thought it all out carefully.”
“I have.”
“Just do me one favor.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t mention my name.”
“I don’t even know your name. You are one of the millions of anonymous downtrodden office workers who toil and die. The only way you will ever give your life any meaning is to leave this hellish existence and take control of your own destiny.”
“Those are only words. I don’t know how to do it.”
“Believe me, dear friend, I will pave the way for you and countless others just like you.”
“So, I’ll be hearing from you again?”
“Of course you will!”
“What shall I say to people when they ask me where you are?”
“Tell them to hold all calls, for now I belong to history!”