Mister Measure

What he does, all day long, is measure. His company is based in Detroit and today he came, exactly as scheduled, to Rock Crest, Tucson, to measure for new carpet. He went tap, tap, tapping from room to room, very focused on his precise work, entering strings of data into the laptop velcroed snugly to his left forearm. His work is guaranteed.

His leather tape holster was worn and torn from the quick-draw motion he makes each time he needs new numbers to put into the black box.
The company doesn't lay tile, carpet, linoleum, anything. They measure. So workers rarely see the results of any of their work.
When all the measurements of the Rock Crest floors were finally known, he briefed the customer, showing off what looked like a perfect etch-a-sketch of the floors spread on his computer screen.
So how many total square feet are there, the customer wondered? He doesn't know. What? No. The computer won't tell him. That information will come from the carpet vendor and they'll be calling in two business days, he promised, and they will know exactly how much carpet it will take to cover the floors. That's a different number, of course, than the total square feet of the floors.
Apparently the company has had enough of customers wondering why the measuring guy's square feet total doesn't equal the amount of square feet of material it takes to cover it, so they blacked out that part of the program.
The project took about a half hour. Then he holstered his tape, adjusted his badge and left with a jaunty wave, riding on to the next house to measure the floors yet again.
At the end of the day, he will go home and upload the day's contents of his laptop onto a high speed line to headquarters. In turn, they will download tomorrow's schedule into his box. And so it goes, as the big wheel turns.