I’m starting to get freaked by Farook.
I really think he’s losing it.
It’s a shame. I had Otto in the “first to lose it” pool.
He’s the new fixture in my horse stall. Always rambling, ranting and tenting his hands.
Farook from Accounting walks into my cube…
Farook: Are you busy?
Me: Very, I’ve got this report that I–
Farook: It’s not true.
Farook: (whispers dramatically) I work!!!
Me: Yes. At Hamish Industries…
Farook: That’s right! I’ll need it in writing.
Me: Need what?
Farook: Things haven’t being going well. The practical jokes failed… And when I brought my dogs to work… A mistake… They mauled Carlita’s groin… Remember?
Me: It’s hard to forget.
Farook: And then there’s the office lottery pool money.
Me: What about it?
Farook: Nothing! I have friends in management. As well as noobs like you. First one in, last one out. Right?
Me: I think it’s last one–
Farook: I work! I know that I sometimes fall asleep. But only because I get drowsy.
Me: Okay, Farook.
Farook: The problem is Carlita. I know you lust after her–
Me: Huh? Me? Nump! Nerk! No I don’t! Who said that?
Farook: She’s had it out for me long before the groin maul. Now she’s telling management that I’m not doing my job. That I don’t work. I work! I run the office lottery. You’ve seen me work. Yes?
Me: Well, actually, and I don’t care, but, no–
Farook: I need dirt on Carlita. But that might be hard. You can help. You need to seduce her!
Me: What? Farook! Hah! That’s crazy! Anyway… How would I do that?
Farook: Good. You’re on my side. We’re in this together.
Farook suddenly leaves. It’s over. For now.