Shakers not Movers

ACT 1

So after much trepidation the great I is of Operations finally was corralled into a serviceable one on one setting. Behold!! He shouted with a great voice. I have traveled the lands of the corporation far and wide searching for a solution to the outsourcing of our IT infrastructure maintenance. With a smile as wooden as Jepedos puppet I gazed into the eyes of he that doth make the corporation operate. Un-dismayed by my static nature the czar of operationa unfolded his grand schemes for my career. The earth shook as he laughed his stories of my current warlords objections to my departure from the herd. Behold! He saideth unto me. In but three months time and a fortnight I see for you a new position sitting on the right hand of the Server and support manager. I charge you go to forth unto the nation for a time yet know that on the morrow that I call upon thee you will be furthermore charged with the roles and duties befitting a second tier IT team member.

A static shock of laughter burst forth from my spiraling innards. In a second it was swallowed as the moments temperament had made a change in season. He peered at me with the dead eyes of a man who has too long looked upon a LCD monitor. Does what I say please you?

A succession calamities struck my brain. The position offered a surprising amount of new possibilities in a field that had been by myself with lesser affection than a seasonal hobby or a grade school summer romance. The moment lingered and the room seemed to lose its place on axis. Facial pigmentation drained into the darker parts of my loins a score of butterflies dined on their bounty of mental confusion. The foul insects!! The foul shakers not movers marched in succession marking each moment by delivering a new pang of adrenaline to the synapses and skeletal frame. A diminutive reply vibrated its chorus through the humming layers of my vocal chords….

Interlude….

Bill Gates effortlessly brought a well brewed cup of Seatle fresh coffee to his expectantly pursed lips. The age of day found him in the good spirits often found by those who could purchase the very gates of heaven. “At least make a solid down payment “ he thought with a level of humor closely followed by contemptuous thoughts. Often when Bill met with his therapist they would discuss his feelings towards product and pride. It’s almost fatherly he thought as the summer sun began to peak its luminescent fingers through the available space between shutter and window sill. I can feel the presence of my creation as it works its ways owning the hearts and pocket books of international business and home users. Bill hand long come to grips with the fact that he had found a deeper love for his product than the own creations that him and his biologically conceiving partners had produced. My baby brings only good things. With that thought he took great volumes of air within his nostrils expunging the excess carbons from his respiratory system in one great heave.

A sudden shadow fell upon his countenance. The speed and severity of this freshly opened wound caused ligaments to release their tension vertebrae found no strength in their tightly stacked brethren. The force nearly toppled this soul wrapped in skin to the point that one gravity powered knee quickly found a new rest upon the oak lined flooring. The second knee came down with lesser force yet the impact had its grip upon the carapace with a shudder the body’s inertia focused its power through the knees and finally found its proper measure and rest.

As quickly as fate had brought the shadow upon him it also allowed the moment to pass. However the notion and cerebral inner workings spun inside Bill’s brain with a ferocity that few other than Henry Ford could envision. A presence he mumbled… One that I have not sensed for some time…. He will be working on my baby… The words repeated effortlessly paranoid mumbles gave way to spastic gasps. It was clear that somewhere in some remote portion of the world. An untrained and unqualified new tech had been given the reigns to a corporate infrastructure. Bill could recognize the pain as he had felt many times in his life. Bringing one knee up to his chest and putting a strong palm against upper thigh he lifted his weak yet gaining strength body into an upright position once more.

This is not the first, nor shall it be the last. He resigned himself to his fate. He had lost count of pains number. There was no reason to dwell any longer on the issue. He turned himself to the pantry door. Delicately appointed with brass fittings and Peruvian inlays and craftsmanship, it had been I fine addition to his secondary mansions third kitchen for the working help. He barely noticed a subtle creak in the oak and fittings as he swung the door fully open. He reached up just over his head to a hidden compartment just above and to the right of the top shelf. From the compartment he removed a roll of one hundred dollar bills the roll being roughly the size of a grown mans fist. He paused just before he brought the bills up to his nose. This is not the first, nor shall it be the last.

And with that be brought the bill roll to his nose and breathed deep the stench of the American dream.

Act 2

I sprung from the office of el director de oporationes’ like a gladiator from the jaws of wild beasts. The words had been spoken, the hands had been shook. Words spoken, now un-returnable. I firmly kept my sun bright smile under the veil of diplomacy as I walked among the fallen to my desk. Produce of the Earth greeted me in order for me to fulfill the age old saying. Let him who has new opportunities not neglect the opportunity to improve ones cholesterol levels. Verily Verily I say unto you, let no man whom has a hereditary condition involving poor heart maintenance let anything cast him asunder from lowering his hdl/ldl score.

For a moment the day seemed brighter. I begged the eternity of time to hasten its pace so that I might quickly join my loved ones in having a libation at the local school of foolishness.

Epilogue

As summer turns to the autumn of its years so do the measures of what makes a worker a viable candidate for information technology work. Some where in hollow places with war torn buildings and soot black faces stares a chimp. If only he could get his resume noticed. He would bring the world to its knees.

Written without pause from 2pm-3pm.