If Alan hadn't been having such a good day, he probably would have wondered what had gotten into him. As it was, he couldn't care less. He hadn't had that much fun at work in years! Sure, he wasn't being very productive, but that didn't matter that much. He always had tomorrow, after all, to get stuff done!
Alan's secretary shot him a strange look as he passed her, asking if she would like a refill on her coffee. He ignored her, of course. Something about helping out just made him feel so good, and if she had a problem with that, she could stuff it. A giggle escaped his lips as he walked away from her desk, glee overtaking him as she shouted that she wanted two sugars this time.
It was the same at every desk who gave him an order. When they told him what they wanted, joy seemed to well up within him, fueling him on his way to the break room. All day he was running around, fetching coffee, picking up faxes and delivering them, asking if he could help anyone out with anything. The piles of reports for him to go through were left untouched, so were the phone calls that rang to voice mail. He didn't have time for such trivial work, not when there was so much to do around the office!
People noticed his new attitude. They commented about how helpful he was, thanking him for his assistance. Even his secretary, that hot piece of ass Trudy, promised him a blowjob for all the help he gave her. Not that he had had much time to take delivery of that promise, so run off his feet he was.
By the end of the day, Alan's feet were sore, but his heart was full. He'd done his best to help out, and now he wanted nothing more but to go home. Sure, he'd had to apologize to Trudy, but he would make it up to her. Besides, if he got home on time, maybe he could help out with supper!
