Doug from Accounting


The Story of Doug

The office was hot and muggy in the mid-June afternoon. Employees wandered down the hallways to stretch their legs and get what little breeze they could from open windows. The smell of sweat drifted across the room, filling each cubicle and spilling over to the next. A tall gangly man walked out of the corner office, his shirt unbuttoned revealing a damp undershirt. “Everyone!” he spoke, “May I have your attention?” The office stopped and turned. “I have just gotten off the phone with the electricians and they said they won’t be able to make their way to our building until next week. Until then we will just have to make the best of it. Dress appropriately because the next few days are going to be in the mid 90’s. I’m sorry, but there is nothing else I can do.”

The boss walked back into his office and plopped heavily into his chair. The rest of the office was still frozen as if waiting for a “Gotchya!” but nothing happened. A sigh from one employee flowed through the air and then another sigh from another coworker; then as if it had been rehearsed, a single unified sigh was let out by everyone in the office. Work started again and the ambient sounds of the office drowned out anything pleasant. Papers shuffled, telephones ringing, and printers jamming. Doug leaned his head into his hands and dug his fingers into his short hair. Sweat. He sat up and wiped his hands on his pants with a disgusted look on his face.

Doug laid his hands onto his keyboard, contemplating whether he should type another number or not. He muttered under his breath, “Screw it,” and stood up. He grabbed his briefcase and turned around, bumping into his friend Heather. “Hi Doug! Heading out already? It’s only 2.”

“Yeah,” Doug said with heaviness in his voice, “I need to get out of here. I feel like if I keep working my brains are going to leak out of my ears. I’m going to go to the bank and grab some coffee, want to come?”

Heather looked at her watch and scrunched her face, “I guess so, but I have a lot to catch up on so I can’t stay out long.”

Doug grinned and got out of his chair and put his hand on Heather’s shoulder as he walked by, Heather following closely behind. As the two stepped out of the front door, the smell of sweat and feeling of humidity was quickly replaced with dry heat and sunlight. “You know Doug,” Heather said gleefully, “It’s a wonder why we don’t just work outside. It’s so much nicer out here.”

Doug smiled and they continued walking down the street to Starbucks. He held the door for Heather, feeling the breeze of air conditioning blow out onto his face. Sitting down at a table, the two relished in the cool feeling of the room. UNFINISHED

Doug from Accounting

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