this is why i hate tuesday...

carl669 went on a bit of a rant said
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mY RULER HAS DISAPPEARED AND THERE IS SOMETHING STUCK BELOW MY CAPS LOCK KEY.

There, the caps lock issue has been resolved. But the ruler is still missing. The hunt is on.

Walking around, I see faces. Faces which are trying to say, “It wasn’t me”. But, I know one of these faces is lying. Or could it be more than one? Is there a conspiracy to keep my beloved ruler in limbo?

I continue searching. A pile of discarded and obsolete test reports lie in the corner. Forgotten. No longer needed. A product line which is now defunct. My ruler cannot be within these papers. My ruler is not defunct. I have not forgotten it.

A straight line. I try to draw it, but there are always slight variations and imperfections. A line! A line! My arm for a straight line!

Why would someone go to such great lengths to keep a straight line to far away from me? I do not know. The search continues.

The drawer next to my desk. The file cabinet 6 feet away. Nothing.

The equipment room. The bastion of all sources digital. The repository of technology. No. My ruler is simple. It does not require impressive user interfaces. It does not require multicolor pixels. It does not require a power source. It does not require these things and does not ask for them. No. It cannot be in the same room as these technological miracles.

I continue on.

The cubicles. The expanse of space which slowly fill up with the aforementioned test reports. I search them all. A half finished diet Pepsi. An unopened Snickers bar. beef jerky, pens, pencils, wires, CD’s, stopwatches, binders, dust, books, hard drives, routers. I find nothing. No ruler. No meaning to this heinous crime.

I walk back to my desk. Defeated. Alone. I try to draw a straight line with a CD. The CD is round. It is useless. I try the stapler. The resulting line has a slight curve to match the base of the stapler. I am aghast.

I cry out, “Why must you torture me! Demons from the seventh circle of hell, release me from thy grasp!! Let me see the shining light of the straight line!!”

Head hung low, I weep. My ruler is gone. The minions of the underworld have claimed it for themselves. May they suffer. May they go blind and not be able to inscribe a perfect 1.5 inch straight line!

Wait. What’s this? A small ray of light shatters the darkness I have been plunged into. I reach down. My hand feeling the carpet fibers. I reach further, grasping. I fingers settle on the object. I inch it closer to me, my mind screaming.

A pen.

The adrenaline leaves my system. My heart is crushed.

Jimmy approaches to console me. Or so I think.

“Here’s your ruler back”, he says.

“Fucking demon seed”, I mutter.

“What?”

“Nothing. Thanks”

Thus ends the quest for the ruler.

tl;dr - fuck you. read the story.