[ WP ] The most mundane things done/written in the most dramatic way

[ Mood music ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=d2hRTLdvdnk ) 
 
 Tim beheld the floor to his office. As usual, the overweight but friendly Ms. Johns waves him hello. Tim keeps eyecontact for a second as he steps out the elevator, then raises his musculair arm as he waves back and nods. He focuses back on his path, trying not to get overwhelmed by the crowd of people walking by. The heavy footsteps and murmurs of the people with him remind him of his duties. He guides himself straight to his desk, and sits down. The computer is activated and whirrs to life. In a flash of precision and professionality, Tim logs into his computer with one hand while sipping his Starbuck coffee with the other. The bittersweet taste restores some sanity and light to his mind in this bland and boring day. 
 
 The background of a meteorite destroying a planet greets him as the sounds of the activating OS surround him through the cheap excuses for speakers. He quickly locates his mail folder opens it. 23 mails over the weekend. My God, it's like the next apocalypse. He scans through them quickly and finds out that there is a stack of forms that need to be typed, printed, processed and handed in three hours. Thank God for Tim, he was born for this. 
 
 He rapidly located the template for the forms and opened the documented files accordingly. Tim raced through the forms as he spread out his papers through his triple monitor setup. Sweat started to crawl on his brow, down his nose and onto his lips. He could taste the salt, and drove him only to keep going. File after file was being forced out of the printing machine as Tim kept typing like an absolute madman. Claire from next door even came by to close the door to his office, but he did n't care. He practically danced over that keyboard as he was close to finishing. 7 more files to go. Tim checked the time. Two-thirds of the way in and he had ninety minutes left. If he sped up, he could take a nice long break in his office while browsing reddit. Tim cracked his knuckles so loud he could see Daniel shivering from the sheer volume of it. It sounded like snapping the bones of poor peasants on a sunday morning. Beautiful. 
 
 Before long, the printer could go no further. It complained and whined and beeped, letting Tim know that the ink ran out. Tim gripped the desk and backed away, letting his figure rise from the seat. Beneath the printer in a drawer, he found the solution to the currently useless machine: ink cartidges. Through his sophisticated knowledge of machinery, he quickly located the lid on the machine and opened it. As a bead of sweat ran right by his eye, he unlocked the empty catridge, placed in a new one and closed the lid. He strided back to his desk and re-sent the printing order. After reconfiguring itself, the machine loyally spat out the forms Tim needed. He took the papers and stepped out of the office, drawing a breath of fresh air. With long strides, he walked towards the office of his boss, knowing that most of the work he needed to do was done. 
 
 However, when he arrived he noticed that the boss was n't there. Panic set in as he thought that he missed him. That would mean *speaking to more people than normal*. But wait. The door is open. Tim did not hesitate and barged straight in. He planted his forms on the desk, placed a post-it note saying that those were the forms he requested, and walked back to his office. 
 
 After that, he knew he could waste the rest of the day on reddit like the useless piece of shit he was. He wondered what new cat pictures might have shown up by now.
