Gemotions

"Excellent," Arthur muttered under his breath, reading the email. IT. Of all the departments, they’d chosen that one. He’d meticulously cultivated his reputation in HR, carefully building relationships, mastering the art of the passive-aggressive compliment.

His first act of defiance was to arrive late every single day, his entrance heralded by a dramatic sigh and a pointed comment about the "lack of decent coffee" in the breakroom. He rearranged the communal staplers, scattering them across different desks.

Arthur discovered a loophole in the company’s internal messaging system. He flooded the IT helpdesk with frivolous requests, each one more convoluted and time-consuming than the last. He reported phantom network outages and filed complaints about the "loudness" of their keyboards. He found joy in watching their frustration.