Camera rolling, Action:

I decided to turn my Friday afternoon into a movie pitch.
Working title - I'm having a three beer day. Deep breath, calm place, let's unfuck the human race.
Opening Narrative: 'Some People are Fucking Rude, for fuck sake. Here's what grinds my gears, assholes. The world is overpopulated with arrogant fucking assholes that I believe belong in global death camps as being an asshole cancels all protection offered by the human rights charter. The root of all evil in the world is the attitude of an asshole.'

Synopsis, as read by the epic voiceover guy: A service technician has three hours to close four service requests avoiding escalation and saving the SLA to keep all the clients satisfied.

Opening shot: me, sprinting across the screen like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, I reach the dispatch counter at the warehouse and in my frantic Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, 'come on, I need my parts, I have to get out of here.'
I grab the boxes, sign the paperwork, check my mobile device for updates then back to the Tom Cruise sprinting. I reach my car, time to drive it like every Fast and Furious film doing my best Vin Diesel pose. Burning rubber at high revs I race from one  parking lot to another. Dodging homeless people at the traffic lights and the annoying car guards I make it to the first site. Shit, the customer is unavailable, I scramble to call my escalation team, I'm not going to miss this SLA damnit, we're good to move on to the next call. More Tom Cruise sprints, Vin Diesel poses and annoying car guards dodged. I make it to the second site when bam, loadshedding strikes and the power goes out. Quick queue the A-Team music as I complete the call successfully despite Eskom. Half way there, my phone beeps and I check my messages, the dispatcher is near panic. "You're not going make it," but I'm on my game and I sprint into the next site, another one in the bag as the clock counts down but I'm not Jack Bauer and that last service call is waiting. Roll the countdown clock. Time slows, there's a montage wanting to play but I don't have time for it because the third act twist is coming. I get to site, I get the job done, I get the signature from the customer and I get gone but wait; the montage reel rolls and I'm thrown back into a highlight reel. I missed something, a crucial plot point but the movie reel shreds the film all grindhouse like and by the time the Foley grip gets the new film can back on we're rolling the credits in time for the cutaway scene. I stop, face the camera and say.
'I'm not good at what I do, I'm fucking exceptional. I beat the clock, job well done but that means nothing because at the end of the day I do what I for me. I don't need your praise, your accolades or your words of encouragement. Stick that up your pipe. Customer appreciation is enough for me.'
Cut to black, beep, beep, beep.