who : Xander and .... ? what : Experiencing a bout of bad luck. when : Day two, Week Four: Afternoon (?) where : In his office. Ohhh yessss.
1.) Desk? Check. 2.) "The Executive." leather computer chair from Ikea, capable of spinning as rapidly in circles as a planet whose magnetic poles have collided and/or shifted? Check. 3.) A bowl of only red peanut M&M's? Check.
There was only one thing missing, now, as he eagerly awaited the arrival of the fed ex delivery man and consequently, IT. One crucial, critical, vital, absolutely integral, required, and all other such synonyms for "needed", piece of his office was out for delivery since 8am, and you better believe he'd obsessively checked the website for updates ever since. Even going so far as preparing his iPod in a stereo system to truly marvel over the arrival of IT, he'd once paced the office for a solid hour before returning back to his desk. Where now he sat, toiling inwardly over what could be taking so long! He'd sighed so many times by now that he could feel himself getting light-headed.
And Xander, sitting patiently behind his desk (rolling his thumbs and staring at the clock in intervals of counting off how many seconds he could resist staring back up at it again.), interested immensely in the bowl of candy to occupy his time and examining it thoroughly with only his widened eyes as if he were an archeologist standing in awe of the Shroud of Turin... couldn't take it anymore. He stood up deftly as if someone had pressed an eject button, clenching his hands into claws and shaking them toward Heaven. Growling like a caveman who couldn't quite perfect the technique of making a wheel for his cart.
Oh... but then, the doorbell rang downstairs...
"I'VE GOT IT!" he'd shouted down the seemingly empty halls, as he burst carelessly through his office door. There were far too many stairs to descend in a timely and effective manner, surely he'd fall on his face with his ill luck, and so Xander scanned the premises for anyone who might watching. Ah, the coast is clear, he'd assured himself, and hopped onto the banister, sliding down the length of it as joyfully (and, was that a giggle...?) as a child participates in Christmas morning.
The bell rang again--was the delivery man getting impatient? Xander had reached the end of the stairs, his shoes making a slapping thud onto the ground as he'd hopped off the edge he was moving down, and OUCH, oh ouch, he was hopping on one leg, oh, eek... he'd landed weird on his ankle. Ah, he was losing his footing, and so he'd reached out to hold himself up upon a small wooden table intended for the storage of car keys or something else as useless. Unfortunately, in his act of attempting to sturdy himself, he'd underestimated his weight, and sent the wooden table crashing onto the floor. The drawer opened, exposing a variety of keys to things beyond him, and likely beyond anyone else here. Thankfully, he saved himself in time before toppling along with it onto the ground.
And so, continuing his odyssey to the door in time for the delivery, Xander stubbornly proceeded hopping toward it. Determination knotted his brow, purpose crinkled his mouth into a tightly wound 'O', and his nostrils flared. He'd make it to that door all right. Here he comes!
He had planned on making it to the door just then, but alas...
As he reached to the doorknob, a grin as large as the one on the moon across his face, his fingers spread and ready to turn, the carpet let up from underneath him. Apparently, someone had neglected to buy the sticky under-carpet stuff that would keep it from sliding around!
The fall didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, and as he lay there on his back staring up at the ceiling, he heard the distinct sound of paper being slid underneath the door. It was a receipt for his package.