Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Daily Work

At 8:53 in the morning, Perry walked into American Computer Support Corporation (ACS for short in the industry).He jogged into the building, greeting colleagues on the way to his cubicle.Perry casually tossed the briefcase onto the gray desk, slid into the office chair, and turned on the computer.It beeped once, seemed very happy to escape the torture of "shutdown" for a while, and started the computer memory check and startup process.Perry looked at the clock on the wall, so high that the employees in every cubicle could see it.The clock ticked 8:55.Usually at exactly 9 o'clock, Perry starts to work hard.

"I thought I would be earlier than you today." A woman's voice sounded behind him.He didn't have to look back to know who it was. Perry opened his briefcase and pulled out a large jumble of papers. "It was close this time, but it still didn't work out, boss," Perry said, smiling knowingly at the daily banter. "Maybe next time." "Gary Brady in Pullman called," the woman said. "They're having network problems again. Give them a call right away." "Okay, boss," Perry said. Sandy Rodriguez turned away, leaving Perry to work.Most ACS tech support staff were a few minutes late, but Perry was always on time.Sandy hardly ever bothered to be late.Everyone knows she doesn't really care if people are a little late as long as they don't overdo it and get the job done.Although she didn't care, Perry was on time.

She gave him a chance when he had no job, no references, and even an assault record on file.And, it wasn't a normal personal attack—it was his former boss.After that incident, he understood that no one would hire him for a white-collar job again.But his college roommate Bill Miller put him in a good place at ACS, and Sandy gave him the chance. When she hired him, he swore to himself that he would never let her down, and that included waking up early every day.Because his father used to say that nothing in the world could replace hard work.Wait, how did this nasty thought about his father pop up out of the blue?He tried to shake it off - he didn't want to start his day in a bad mood.

It was a full 25 minutes before Perry heard the distinctive sound of Bill entering the next cubicle.Bill was late, as usual, and of course, as usual, indifferent to it. "Good morning, sissy," Bill said, his omnipresent voice wafting from the other side of the five-foot partition. "Did you sleep soundly last night?" "Bill, I'm past the 'I can drink more than you' period, and I'm sure you'll grow up someday." "Maybe," Bill said, "but I do drink better than you, sissy." Perry was about to retort, but a tickle on his right collarbone made him speechless, so he hummed softly instead.He reached into his sweatshirt and scratched at the skin beneath it.Might be allergic to something.Or maybe a spider had crawled into his bed last night, biting desperately trying to find its way out.

He scratched hard again, trying to suppress the itch.But the rash on his forearm also started to flare up, taking his attention away. "Fleas?" Bill's voice sounded overhead again, coming unobstructed through the thick partitions.Bill was as clean as ever, even though he had left the bar with Perry last night - which meant he had barely slept nearly four hours.His bright blue eyes, carefully trimmed brown hair, and flawless stubble-free baby face made Bill look more like a model for a teenage acne cream. "Just a few mosquito bites," Perry said. Although his skin was still itchy, Perry stopped scratching and called up Rippleman's folder on his computer.As he pulls up the file, he fires up an instant chat program—even though they are only a few steps away, people in the office prefer to communicate by instant message.Especially since Bill, who sat in the adjacent cubicle, always had a lot to say to him that he didn't want the rest of the office to hear.They pass the time by instant messaging and sharing corny humor.

As usual, he sent a message to Bill, nicknamed "White Stitch Fingers." Bloody Michigan jersey: Hey, shall we have "Monday Night Football" tonight? White Stitch Fingers: Did Pope Wear Women's Underwear? Blood-stained Michigan jersey: Is the original line of the saying, "Did the Pope wear a funny hat?" White Stitch Fingers: The Pope already wears a frock coat, although I've heard he doesn't deserve a white wedding dress!Do you understand what I mean? ? Perry snorted, and he knew he was laughing like an idiot, his broad shoulders hunched, his head bowed, his hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh.

Bloody Michigan jersey: Come on, I just got into the office and I don't want Sandy to think I'm watching YouTube again. White Stitch Fingers: Why don't you watch "The Pope's Crazy" TV show in your private time, sir.You disgusting, perverted man. Perry laughed out loud this time.Jesus, he's known Bill for almost 10 years, right?Perry's first year in college was not going well, when he didn't check his violent tendencies, and he went as far as he wanted.He was awarded a full football scholarship by the University of Michigan.At first, the school put him in the same dormitory with other athletes.Even though they didn't play at the same position, Perry saw them as opponents.In this way, fights are inevitable.After three clashes, the coaches have contemplated revoking his scholarship.

They said, let this poor guy transfer to another school, like Ohio State University!Don't stay in Michigan! Eventually the school football team dropped him -- the team didn't recruit him, and the full scholarship went down the drain.The coaching staff only needs him to be ferocious on the field.Bill, the nephew of an associate coach, hit it off with Perry at freshman orientation.Perry still remembers the only time he ever smiled during his first few months at school because of Bill's irresistible sense of humor.When Bill heard about Perry's situation, he volunteered to be his roommate.

People thought Bill was crazy, why would a 5-foot-8, 150-pound English major go to such trouble as roommate with a 6-foot-5, 240-pound linebacker?Not to mention that this is Perry who can bench lift 480 pounds and beat the crap out of three ex-roommates who are all Division I football players.But to everyone's surprise, the two got along very happily.Bill, who seemed to have a gift for making people laugh, calmed the beast.Bill not only saved Perry's athletic career, but his schoolwork as well.Perry never forgot that. He had known Bill for 10 years, but in those 10 years he had never gotten any non-work-related answers directly from Bill.

Music wafted from Bill's cubicle.A corny Sonny and Cher ditty that Bill smugly changed to "I've got mange, baby."At this time, the instant message rang again: White Stitch Fingers: Do you think the Green Bay Packers will give the Patriots a little color tonight? Perry didn't type a reply into the dialog, he didn't even see the question.His face was contorted into a ball that could have been mistaken for pain.He struggled to keep himself from scratching the itch, but this time the itch was worse than ever, and in a worse place. With his hands frozen on the keyboard, Perry used all his strength to restrain himself from frantically scratching at that spot - his left testicle.