Hello Everyguy? CEO just called and told me He wants to

see you.

He says you've got some accounting to do.

HR:    

Everyguy:   

HR:   

Everyguy:   

HR:   

Everyguy:   

HR:   

Everyguy:   

HR:  

If you think you can find someone to share the load, take him with you. I'd be curious to know whom you'll find.

Keep me informed.

Everyguy:   

Shit, shit, shit. Hmm, look, there's Everyotherguy.

Come here a sec.

Everyotherguy:  

Everyguy:

Everyotherguy:  

Everyguy:  

Everyotherguy:

Everyguy:   

Everyotherguy:

CEO? Me and you? When?

Everyguy:   

Everyguy:   

Everyotherguy:   

Everyguy:

Everyotherguy:   

Everyguy:   

Teammates:   

Everyguy :   

Teammates:   

Everyguy :   

I'm going to need the minutes from every meeting we've

ever had.

Teammates:   

Mmhmm, I see. Seems we've had a few screw-ups along

the way.

Teammates:   

Everyguy :   

Everyguy:   

One-for-all-and-all-for-one but no one for this one. Talk is cheap. First Everyotherguy; then Teammates; and now Office Romance. …They've all forsaken me.

What about you, Expense Account, I love you. You're the reason I've stayed here as long as I have. I thought about going a long time ago, but I couldn't bear to leave you. Do you feel the same about me?

Expense Account:

Everyguy:   

Expense Account:   

Everyguy:   

Expense Account:   

Everyguy:  

Everyguy:

Jeeze, just when you think you've got everything going for yourself, something like this happens. Fair-weather friends, the lot of them. How could I have been so shortsighted? I have no one to blame but myself, I suppose. Still, I can't bear the thought of going Up There alone. Surely somebody can come along and put a good word in for me. What about Secretary? She knows I'm not all bad.

Yu-huu, Secretary. Secretary? What are you doing down there? Are you okay, you look sick?

Secretary:   

Everyguy:   

You wouldn't be my first choice, but I'm always happy to impart the joys of reading, righting and 'rithmetic to

the illiterate.

Everyguy:   

Librarian:   

Librarian:   

Everyguy:   

Librarian:   

Librarian:   

She's in the Storage Room. I'll come with you to set the scene.

Hi Cleaning Lady. Look who I brought

Cleaning Lady:   

Everyguy:  

Cleaning Lady:

Everyguy:   

Cleaning Lady:   

Librarian:

Cleaning Lady:   

Everyguy:   

Cleaning Lady:

Everyguy:   

Cleaning Lady:

Everyguy:   

Cleaning Lady:

Librarian:   

Cleaning Lady:

Everyguy:   

Thanks Cleaning Lady.

You know, Librarian, I'm starting to feel better. This physical labor thing isn't half bad. It's a bit humbling perhaps, but it feels kind of good doing something for someone else.

Librarian:   

Secretary:

Librarian:   

Secretary:   

Yes. It took all my strength and I searched everywhere for a little sustenance, but I finally found something that I think

will help.

Everyguy:   

Librarian:   

Listen, it can't hurt. And I think mopping these floors is going to stand you in good stead. You're definitely in better shape now than when you started.

Everyguy, it's Secretary who should remain by your side now. Of course it would have been good if you'd gotten to know her sooner, but there's still a little time left. She can go over the details of your file with you. These last few flights will be hard-going, but if you wear this cloak of regret, you'll score double in the retribution department. What do you say?

Everyguy:   

Secretary:   

Um, sure. Seeing you pushing that mop, and looking a little older — but somehow wiser — restores my faith in you. I think the time you've had with Librarian has been good

for you.

Everyguy:   

For what it's worth, Secretary, I'm sorry, I see now I should have treated you better, paid more attention to you,

been more sensitive.

Everyguy:   

Librarian:   

Let's ask.

So kids, what do you say? Coffee Boy?

Security Guard:

Librarian:

Receptionist:   

Librarian:   

Info Tech:

Everyguy:   

Some humble pie.

Starting when?

Everyguy:   

No more excuses, just give it to me straight.

I occasionally made personal long distance calls on the company account, but I often worked overtime without

getting paid for it, so a few free phone calls sort of evens things out, right?

I don't recall, yes, all right, there may have been the

odd time…

May? Am I supposed to spoon-feed you? Just take a deep breath, bite off as much as you can, and swallow hard. It'll

hurt now, but by the time you get to the Top, you'll feel

better, lighter.

I looked pale next to him. He was doing such a good job.

So I had him fired — falsely accused him of stealing

some petty cash.

No, that wasn't a false accusation. He was stealing from

petty cash.

A computer. And a bit of software. But I only used it for company business… most of the time…. I can't believe how far I've strayed. When I graduated from university, I was going to save the world, I was going to re-cycle, I was going to eat only organically-grown vegetables, live in a one-bedroom apartment and buy nothing but books and music. I was going to walk everywhere and never buy a car. I was going to get married, have kids, and be a great father. Instead, I've become a terrific consumer, a terrible example, and a homophobic carnivore who drives an SUV.

I feel sick.

Librarian?

Don't worry Everyguy. I'm still working on your positive-attribute file and I'll stick with you to the end.

Yes! Now that you bring them to my attention, I do. You're right. Those were good times. And just thinking about them and remembering how close we were in those days has taken my mind off these last few steps. I think I'm ready. HR?

You here?

So there you have it. In the celestial justice system, there's always a price to pay. But, of course, that's not the whole message. Assuming you're going to live till old age, bear in mind that after you've lost your false friends, your good looks, your possessions, your strength and your wits, you'd better have some good deeds to fall back on or it's going to be a

tough landing.