You Don't Wanna Add It Up

Jack convinced the company to reimburse him for an adding machine- one of those monstrous, over-sized, outdated calculators with the huge digital read out and the big roll of receipt paper. He went out, purchased the machine, and set it up next to his computer (which would also work as an adding machine, I'm sure). Now he uses his adding machine at every chance he gets, and the sound of progress in reverse echoes through the entire building all day long. Clickety clackety whirr whirr whirr. Clickety clackety whirr whirr whirr. Clickety clackety go fuck yourself.