On the thirteenth floor of Howard-Lowman, a firm that does something for someone, lies a department that is charged with disrupting service (crashing software), dumbing people down (a memorandum setting parameters for elevator "how was your weekend?", "fine, yours?" "good") and creating inkless, stapled reports (as they are pro-squid). Into this world comes Jerry, a mailroom clerk inadvertantly hired by the department. In this one-act play, Chicago author Vincent Truman examines the lack of authenticity in daily grinds and the cruelty masked as political correctness that it produces, all with biting and umcompromising wit that will be embarassingly obvious to the audience, who will surely say, 'oh no... I do that!'