Myers put up with a lot of nonsense at work. He put up with his coworkers, the faulty systems, the paperwork everyone left for him to do, and the outright spooky legends about the dilapidated building they were stuck using. It used to concern him, but he didn’t have the strength to be bothered by it anymore. Who cared if evil incarnate was sealed up somewhere underneath the building. He had deadlines to meet and getting paranoid about the supernatural wasn’t going to help him with that at all.
He had a ritual when he got to work every day. He wasn’t positive, but he had a good feeling that it was the only thing that kept him sane during the week. He’d get into work and stop by the security guard’s office to throw a package of snacks at her face and wake her up. The free food seemed to outweigh her annoyance at being woken up, which was fair enough in his books. He used to get pissed off when people woke him up to work. Granted, that was them waking him up to do their work, not what he was being paid to do, but he felt the same principle worked out here.
The elevators were far too questionable for him to risk. Besides, the stairs gave him a good twenty something floors of exercise, which he guessed he could use. It was supposed to strengthen a heart up, anyways, and that seemed fair enough to him. Maybe it made up for his hours of cramped desk work in an office with no natural light. That what he promised he’d tell himself someday, at least. Right now, it was hard to buy as he tromped up the stairs and shut himself away behind the frosted pane of glass.
The office was supposed to be a privilege, but he’d come to the conclusion it was more of a pen so his employees always knew where to find him. That was fine, he didn’t mind being locked up in one space. He didn’t have any time to wander around, anyways. His fellow managers had started a tradition years ago where they left Myers all the major paperwork to do during the night shift. He never had any time to spare. He didn’t like the trend, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was just how things were around here.
The night shift was supposed to be easy, anyways. Weird hours, but less calls. Myers knew the people who thought that up had never worked a single shift at night. While there were far less calls during the evening hours, he could personally attest to the fact that every call they got was ten times weirder than a normal, daytime call. Normal people didn’t wait until two in the morning to call tech support. Normal people got that done while the sun was still up. He hadn’t had to answer any calls in years, but his staff kept him updated if a particularly weird or dangerous sounding person phoned in.
There’d been a big bomb scare two years ago in another department where everyone in the entire building except his office got evacuated since the call got dropped. Cobb managed to antagonize the bomb squad by hitting on the woman who came up to see why there were still major heat signatures in the building. That had been a mess to get him out of.
Still, his coworkers were his favorite part of the job. He never let them know, there was no time to do that, but he cared about them a lot. He tried this best to keep up with what they were doing. It wasn’t as hard as it sounded. None of them had very interesting social lives. Still, he did his best and tried to remember what was important to his coworkers and when he needed to wish everyone a happy birthday. It was the least he could do for the people who stuck with him through this mess of a job.