The fluorescent lights above him flickered repeatedly. The screen in front of him was cornflower blue. No screensavers allowed, no variation.
The phone rang…“Global Credit, how may I help you?” he said, in a forced, cheerful voice. Another blathering idiot, challenging a purchase. Great. He clicked the lone icon to open the ticketing system. Nothing. Just cornflower blue.
“I’m sorry sir, I’m still trying to bring up your account…could you repeat that?”
Fuck. Still cornflower blue.
Fuck fuck fuck ….
“Oh no, not you sir. The computer…”
Shit…this was gonna go on review. Now the bastard was going on about Jesus’s take on swearing… “All due respect sir, your god-fearing ass is surfing porn sites, and buying anal beads.”
He hung up. He clicked the ticketing icon…clicked it again.
Cornflower blue….GODDAMN CORNFLOWER BLUE!
QC was poking his goddamn head up…what the fuck did he want?!

CRASH!
Crap…now how to explain why he was on youtube?