Fence vs The Evil Facilitator

“Everyone shut down now, or you won’t be up and running tomorrow!” came the booming voice from the hallway.

Everybody took notice, some stopping in mid-chew, a handful of skinless peanuts suspended in mid-air. Who in blazes was that? Everyone inched out of their cubicles, craning their necks to see who had all of a sudden stopped the orderly chaos that’s staple on the 26th floor office.

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no its a midget!” Someone whispered not too softly. He was cruel, the girl’s almost the size of a midget but she was not exactly a midget. I continued fidgeting with my laptop.

“Hey, shutdown already!” I heard the voice over my earphones, louder this time. I whirled around and saw the midget, errr the girl looking straight at me.

“Huh?”

“You have to shutdown now so the moving guys can do their work.” She said.

“Ermm, I’m sorry, do I know you?” I looked at her directly.

“I’m TEF (the evil facilitator) and I’m telling you to shutdown already!” There’s an edge in her voice now.

“Is that name supposed to give me the heebie-jeebies, ‘coz it’s not working.”

“Wait until your boss hears about this.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared, I’m pissing in my pants.” “Now, go away.”

She walked away in a huff while I continued to blog.