She’d been working on it for three days now. It was driving her mad with frustration. She’d started rewriting everyone’s code, just to pass the time. Oh, all improvements. Let’s see anyone complain when their lame piece of half-assed software started turning somersaults. People were looking at their screens in bewilderment. Secretly she loved that gob smacked stare. The wide open eyes, raised brows, gaping mouth; the furtive sideways glance, trying to see if anyone was watching them. It wasn’t wise to play around like this. But dammit, neither was throwing a royal tantrum; which was what she really wanted to do. So far she had refrained. Instead, in between designing worms of greater and greater complexity, she fixed every bug in each team’s software and added beautiful curlicues at the corners of all internal documents. She completed chores and errands with a ferocious speed and intensity, glared at those who tried to engage her in conversation and hid in various sequestered cubicles the instant she had finished her assigned work, so no one could discover her and give her more to do.
