Seriously

That guy over in the corner, the one with the maniac scraggle for a beard, he was the one who had fucked it all up. I remember him walking through the double-glazed revolving door, the one outside of the HR department, the one that I would occasionally do loops in after my third coffee of the afternoon. He walked through it without checking, I mean not even a glance. He just went straight on through. Straight on through a revolving fucking door. Who the fuck does that, seriously?