Part 6: Its Just Super To Work Here
And so wondering what Carrie meant by "Oh Trust me you cant miss it... " and trying not to wonder what she meant by "waiting in the 1st aid room..." I climbed the stairs, at their top was a corridor that extended to the right and left. To the left I saw the corridor did turned to followed the line of the building..
As none of the doors I could see struck me as being Super's, I decided to see what was around the corner...
I found the lights around the corner had failed, the only illumination was the glimmer of light that leaked from below the door at the end.... I began to walk towards it and in the pitch black dark I heard a scrunching sound coming from my under my shoes, pulling out my trusty ZIPPO I shed some light on the situation and knew that I was on the right track.
The floor, walls and even the ceiling were covered in hundreds of sticky post it notes which to my amazement each had the same thing written on it
"Yo Daddy Superfly"
I did not know what was I going to find at the end of the corridor, behind that door, and I was not totally sure I wanted to find out, Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, I slowly turned and began tiptoeing back from where I had come... The crunching post it notes echoed around me... And the more I tried to keep quiet the louder they got...
I felt the need to break into a run as behind me I heard the door opening, but it was too late...
"Hey hows it going..." I heard from behind.."You the guy interviewing HT today..?
My throat dry I turned and found that all I could muster in response was to a croaky "Yes..."
"Well come on in" he said "Just let me get this light first"
Super reached up and flicked the switch, the fluorescent lighting snapped into life flooding the corridor with all its thirty five watts
"CRAP" said Super "They did it again"
For what seamed like the hundredth time today I felt confused....
"So these aren't yours then ?" I asked indicating the post it notes
"No there not" said Super " This would be the work of HiTech and Skuzzy"
"HiTech and Skuzzy ?" I asked
"Yeah HiTech, Skuzzy and anyone else they can rope in, its not the first time, you should have seen my car the last time I drove to work"
"Oh" I said, "why on earth would they do this"
"Honestly you put your signature on a few planes and you never hear the end of it" he replied
"HiTech's been.... delayed" I said my concern now subsided "and I was hoping to meet the man behind the monitor so to speak"
"Sure am sorry about that " he replied looking a little embarrassed "Sorta blew my stack earlier, lost a lot of work to a dam bug... "
"Ah not a problem" I said "Could I come in and see what your working on...."
"Sure not a problem" he said waving me in
I entered the office stopping momentarily to remove a few rouge post it nots that had hitched a ride on my shoes. In side the walls were covered in paintings, photos and technical drawings of aircraft.... on the shelves of a large book case stood numerous plastic models...
"Do you use these for reference" I asked picking up a B-29 model.
"Therapy" he said "I find it relaxing to build them, I've made hundreds since I started working here..."
"There's only about twenty here" I said "What do you do with the rest give them away, take them home...?"
"Blow em up.... " he replied
"...?" My concern began to return
"Like I said.... Therapy" he chuckled
I thought it best to change the subject....
"These bugs must have cost you a lot of time and effort" I said
"And monitors he replied" with a grin
"Yeah" I said rubbing my head "Has Skuzzy been able to fine the cause"
"After what you saw in the corridor do you think I am going to let him near My PC" said Super "Hell its not even connected to the network"
"Well yeah fair enough, but what if its something simple like an issue with RAM...?"
Moments after finishing my sentence there was a thump from the next office and a tapping noise started coming through the wall... It was regular and getting louder with each beat...
"Would you hold on one sec" he said and walked to his desk, he picked up the phone and dialled an extension...."
The tapping stopped momentarily and almost immediately started again....
"It ok buddy" said super "No Mate its all good, he was talking about Random Access Memory, Yeah I'm sure mate just relax... Well do lunch ok"
Super put the phone down and the Tapping died away.
"Ok what just happened" I asked
"The tapping was Sudz"
"Sudz ?" I asked still confused
"Yeah he's replied to so many collision threads over the years, that he mind sorta reboots anytime he hears the word RAM, he ends up on the floor in the foetal position rocking back and forth, the tapping was his head hitting the wall in the office next door..." he replied "For some reason he still picks up the phone though"
On a serious note, I've done seven 12 hours shifts in a row... So I feel buggered I hope that this is as funny to me when I am feeling well rested as it appears now
