Older, but no wiser

Hell, this is HARD! What is this place? What are all these files? Who was that guy that used to sit here behind this desk?

I remember him, vaguely. Nice guy (;-) pleasant enough, but didn’t say much. Just sat there for hours in front of his PC. Or staring out the window; I never was quite sure which. Always seemed a bit detached, like he was some place else. Speak to him and you got the impression it was a bit of a struggle for him to let go of whatever it was that was in his mind, and attend to you. Not that he didn’t listen, mind. He was always willing to answer a question or give advice when it was asked for. Mind you, he did sometimes act a bit aloof, like he wasn’t really part of this. Never took anything that seriously. I think he liked the people well enough; just didn’t take much interest in the technical side of things. Odd, for an engineer. Funny thing was, quiet that he was, he seemed to know an awful lot of people; not here but across the organisation, in all sorts of different corners...

Anyhow, now I’m supposed to come in and pick up all these pieces. At least he left a tidy desk… Hell; how’s a writer supposed to make sense of all this techie mumbo jumbo? They don’t even write in English. Goodness only knows what it’s all about. Damn, thought this would be an easy week. Better get down to it, I guess…

Sheesh! How did that guy stay sane? It’s all just meaningless electronic-paper-pushing - that, and playing politics. This is no place for a writer; I gotta get outa here…

;-)