The Shadow of Beniamin: A Journey Begins

Just when I thought I had it figured out, my boss, Anne, drops the bombshell. "Meet Beniamin," she says. "He's our IT oracle, the Gandalf of end-user support. Been here since '92. You'll shadow him." Shadow? Does that mean I become invisible? Or do I morph into a tech-savvy ninja? Either way, I'm intrigued.

Beniamin, clad in vintage tech swag, greets me with a nod. His eyes hold decades of wisdom, and his keyboard clacks like a symphony. He shows me the ropes—the labyrinth of cubicles, the mystical server room, and the sacred coffee machine. I listen, absorbing every byte of knowledge. And yes, I get a laptop—a shiny gateway to the digital universe.