Lego's Everywhere

Our story begins on an eerie night at the main office building of Elderhouser and Sons. It was a reputable business, no greedy side jobs or illicit business. Just good clean business for everyone who worked there. The office was friendly, and everyone who worked there had been a part of the business family for a while. They made boxes and packing tape, not the most glamorous job; but you always need those items so business was steady.

One particular worker in mind was indeed quite troubled. He’d been working 12 hour shifts for the past fourteen years. His work was mediocre and his job was pretty simple. He had gotten very few opportunities for advancement over the years. At every turned it seemed his quest for greatness had been squashed. His only promotion in all his fourteen years of work was when he was promoted from Packager to Salesman. He had finally moved up in his life and gotten at least one promotion. He was an official salesperson for the company.

Every day he sat at his desk and made calls to people who would need boxes and packing tape. He called Moving Companies, Shops, Grocery stores; anywhere that could possibly use their products.

On one night in particular it was more eerie, more spooky than it had ever been working in his small little office. He was working late, which he did on occasion, and was completely alone in the office. It was on this spooky night that James Creege, our spunky little salesman, was going to finally have the meltdown he’d been destined for.

He stood face to face with his boss at the end of the hallway, the boss was on his way out to his wife and kids. However, James Creege was in no mood to be dismissed yet again.

“I’ve been working here for fourteen years! Fourteen years I’ve dedicated to this business, I’ve given extra time and effort! I’ve stayed late and clocked more hours than any other employee here! I’m demanding a better position, I deserve it.” He said raising his voice almost to a yell.

The boss wrinkled his brow at James, his face was red from anger. “You log the hours yes, you commit your time however; you don’t have any enjoyment at this job.” The boss said with a frown. “I mean, you don’t know anyone personally, even your managers say you’re distant.”

His boss said flatly. “Are you even aware that I’m missing my kids bedtime? I usually always come home and read to them before bed. I’ve missed that now just talking to you.” He growled.

James looked intently at his boss, he was containing his anger for now, but another stupid remark would send him over.

“The person you promoted has only worked here two years.” James rallied.

The boss put his hand to his forehead, “If you want a promotion, show us the dedication we’re looking for.” He said as he walked away.

“I’ll show you dedication” growled James under his breath.

He marched out of the office and back down the hall. Upon entering the elevator he noticed a quite annoying coffee stain on the front of his shirt. His nice, new, white shirt.

“Great,” he grumbled. “Just another awesome day.”

He smashed the button for the 20th floor, he was currently on the 3rd floor. For a while he was alone, just him and the crackly elevator music some idiot picked out to annoy others with. The same piano ditty playing over and over began to irk James until the doors pinged and some other people stepped on. As they ascended the floors more and more people entered the elevator until James was tightly squished in the back corner. One of the men was a large guy with his hoity toity, puffy poodle. More than likely a business owner coming to talk deals for product. James rolled his eyes at the extravagant dog. Apparently the dog didn’t like that because it nipped James. James exited the 20th floor bitten and embarrassed.

He stomped back to his office and slammed the door. James paced his office, he had to figure out something. Some way to improve his situation. He then had an epiphany, “What if its them that has the problem and not me?” James said to himself, never a good sign. “The boss did look kind of suspicious.” James said out loud, almost trying to convince himself. He had a small inkling that there was more going on here than what met the eye. He felt the need to protect himself, and quickly.

Somehow over the scale of fifteen minutes James had convinced himself that his boss, coworkers and managers were all aliens and they were plotting against him. His theory? How else would you explain everyone but James getting promotions and making friends and James here with nothing. He was quite convinced.

An hour had passed and now the office was completely quiet. It was way past closing time and everyone had gone home. Even the janitors had finished their jobs. James had 24 hour access to the office as a Sales Rep, so he went under the cover of night and rushed out to his car. He drove frantically, just barely missing a geeky gamer walking twelve dogs on his way to the toy store. Amazingly, it was still open. He flew from his car and hoofed it to the lego’s section.

“Pretty colored plastic blocks will protect me from the mind devices.” He muttered. He grabbed thirty five huge buckets of lego’s blocks, and rushed his two carts back to the check-out stand. He paid 1,750.00 dollars for those 35 buckets. It was his weeks’ paycheck, but he didn’t care. Five people helped him carry them out to his car. They stuffed them in the backseat, the trunk and eventually the front seat as well, until every open space in the car was filled with lego’s buckets. The floorboards were full, the seats were exploding, and the trunk was about to burst open.

He drove like a maniac back to the office, his time was running out. His plan was perfect, his coworkers would think he was just working a double shift and his plan could be carried out safely. He carried four buckets in at a time until all 35 buckets sat in his office. He dumped them all out and began to build.

He started with the walls, putting lego after lego building his fortress to keep himself safe. All the while he was whispering… “they’re coming, they’re coming.. have to build.. protect myself.”

The ravings of a helpless mind? Probably. Before putting up the final wall and sealing himself in, he had the inkling he should warn others. He fumbled over to his computer and wrote up a quick and simple flyer. They read:

ALIENS ARE AMONG US

PROTECT YOURSELF FROM ALIENS. BUILD A SHELTER OF PLASTIC. IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT STOPS THEIR MIND ALTERING DEVICES.

HURRY THEYRE COMING FOR YOU!

After printing hundreds of copies of flyers he ever so carefully left his little den to throw the papers out the window.

By morning he had created a solid fort of Legos, with only one little Lego door as a peephole. People passed by his office with much concern. James spent the day opening and closing the little door, bracing himself for the approach of the aliens he knew were sure to come.

Eventually, after James refused to leave the confines of his Lego Fortress, his boss summoned the security team who ended up breaking down his lego fortress and dragged him out.

“Don’t trust them!” he shouted. “Protect yourselves! They will try to silence me, but don’t be fooled!”

The very sad end of James Creege ended with him digging his nails on the very expensive floor of his dreaded office building, as the security team handed him over to the waiting psychiatrists in the white van from Marion Asylum. There he waits, still afraid that Aliens are coming to get him.