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[hr][hr][center] [color=mediumpurple][h1][u][b]Gerald Fischer[/b][/u][/h1][/color][/center]

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[center][b]His desk(5)-> Main office floor; Dunder Mifflin[/b][/center]
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'[color=mediumpurple] is it working?[/color]' His words barely audible and a look of understanding on his face as he adjusted the mic causing faint scratching sounds. One more tweak before looking back up at the camera.'[color=mediumpurple]How bout now? ah its good then?[/color]'Giving a warm and friendly smile; one that hardly, if ever left the man's face, adjusting himself in the seat to give the camera a good angle of his desk.'[color=mediumpurple]You don't get to hear often that you'll be on t.v then bam![/color]'A faint thump of that right armed clamp punching against his left palm as a mocked punch.'[color=mediumpurple] Out of the blue find that a camera crew would be following you...I mean *laughs* colored me surprised the moment I found out and instantly I was on board.[/color]'A shake of his head as he let out a sigh of relief.

Leaning back in his seat with the creak of his wheeled chair to hold out his arms both to present and welcome.'[color=mediumpurple]What can I say but you made a good choice picking us. You'll come to find out just how great everyone in this office is.[/color]'Lifting his head after hearing a question and gave the cameraman a brief nod and sat up in his seat.'[color=mediumpurple] Oh right! not here for that so guess that will be for later then.[/color]' Raising his right arm to clear his throat against the clamped arm.'[color=mediumpurple]Did I expect to end up working here? Well can't say that I did and I'm darn glad to find myself here. Eight years in this office; back when this office was just getting off its feet and not one single day do I regret walking through those doors.[/color]' Leaning onto his left arm as he chuckled mostly to himself, briefly lost in his reminiscing before snapping back to reality as he glanced at the camera then over his desk and eyes widened as he remembered something and made to grab for it.

 Pulling back his right arm, holding it up to reveal a cute pikachu figurine.'[color=mediumpurple]Can't forget to mention that today's figurine is..Pikachu! This whole pokemon fad always seems to be popular.[/color]' Giving the little pikachu a wiggle to the camera in its way of waving hello.
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Just another normal, casual day at the office; the constant click and clack of keyboards, the salesman and women talking to clients on their phones while others currently set ringing. And of course another of Mr. Ferguson's daily rants; an occurrence that happens a couple times a day and those are the good one.

Even after eight years and still he has not grown tired of seeing his fellow coworkers doing their job. Each one of them a vital part that ensured the firm continued strong and sure it was always sad to see someone leave for good, but that simply meant a chance to meet new people to make friends with. In fact, a new person recently joined the accounting family as he glanced over at Temperance and gave the young lady, [color=de5d83] Miss venelle[/color], a friendly wave as he couldn't wait to teach her the ropes.

That would have to wait at the moment as he perked his head up. "[color=cc9900]"Fischer, dock his pay again--he's all all bum and parsley."[/color]" A rather common thing he was told to do.'[color=mediumpurple] If you feel that's what needed to be done.[/color]'Far be it from him to talk back to the boss and though having their pay docked seemed bad to most, but considering it was already being docked that meant Chris could take it easy today. 

Turning to his computer where he clicked the mouse with the clamp to do just that, when, speak of the devil, the very cause of their boss's rant this time walked in. Like the others he had looked up to find Mr. Meyer seemingly crying; telling about how his grandmother had passed away.'[color=mediumpurple] Ah..see Mr. Ferguson? Surely one can't fault the man for grieving over a lost loved one.[/color]' It was never easy for a person to lose someone and one can't blame the person for being late.*[color=mediumorchid]A fresh plate of homemade cookies just might cheer up Mrs. Meyers.[/color]* He mused to himself while scratching the clamped hand against his cheek as he pondered.

Well..whether the pay docking was happening or not, it would be put on hold after hearing Mr. Ferguson's announcement of a meeting in five minutes. This likely had to do with the documentary explained in the mass memo sent out to everyone and certainly was intrigued to learn more about it.

One thing he knew for certain; this could very well make life at the office all the more enjoyable and all he can say to that it is just super duper!