"Celka!" calls out Daniel, our technical manager, which usually means he's found a screwup somewhere; he's at his desk, with Tomasz hovering over him.
"I didn't do it. What'd I do?" I say, moseying the five or six feet over there pronto.
"Tomasz stole your phone!" Daniel declares gleefully, and I see the screen. Logged as NFF by Celka, allocated to Tomasz, logged as NFF by Tomasz. "Wha?", says I.
"He took your phone and logged it!" Daniel razzes Tomasz, who is the picture of rueful chagrin - not so much over the phone as over knowing he's going to hear about this oops all day. "Very clever! This is how he makes his productivity! Now he should give you a phone. No, no, he should repair three phones and give them to you! Maybe he should repair phones for you all day!"
By this point, caught up, I am laughing, but that part gets my attention; "I have go to put my phones on everyone else's benches!" I declare. "When they all get punished, I'll have a week of holiday!"
But Daniel is on a roll; marching over to the workbenches, gesturing expansively, he warns everyone "Look out for Mr. Tomasz, here! He will steal your phones! Mr. Tomasz is a cheeky bastard!"
Mr. Tomasz slinks back to his workbench, but as the poor guy's beside me, he's still got to deal with my giggles until I get them under control again.
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