More than once The Boss and I have commented on this guy at work who seems to have no sense of humor. He’s our liason with the sales department and we are both just a little bit wary of him. He’s not really a snarly kind of guy, he just sort of grunts and growls.
Yesterday he growled at The Boss’s boss because he thought we weren’t getting something done quickly enough. Turns out the papers had been completed, they just weren’t signed & delivered. So it was my job this morning to sign all 347 documents and deliver them to Growly’s desk. (The Boss doesn’t come in on Thursdays.)
I got to Growly’s desk with my burden and he greeted me with, “Oh my, gawd. What is that?” I said, “The Financial Work Requests you asked for.”
He said, “That many?” I nodded. He scooted back from his desk, grabbed his coffee cup, and motioned for me to set the stack down. I did. I put it exactly where he indicated. Then I watched in disbelief as his desk top tilted sideways.
His adding machine began to slide, the pencil cup joined it and everything cascaded from there. I jumped back with both my hands pressed to my face and squeeking, “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Growly managed to catch the stack of documents. His desk top slammed back into place. The adding machine bounced twice and spewed out a dozen or so inches of tally paper covered in zeros. Pencils, pens and paper clips decorated the carpet like confetti, and dust motes spiraled toward the floor.
A moment of stunned silence passed. People all over the office peeked out of their cubbies to see what had happened. I looked over at Growly with my hands still pressed to my face and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Still hugging the stack of papers, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath — and burst out laughing. He put the papers down on his file cabinet, wiped tears from his eyes, and thanked me. I left the sales department in a bit of a daze, but not so much so that I didn’t notice all the grins directed at me by his co-workers.