Local Man Fred Mera seen after chugging half a pitcher of New Castle Ale

Fred Mera, a local man working at an internet company was thrust into the spotlight during a company party last week which included drinking alcohol and dancing. Several of his co-workers yelled "chug, chug, chug" as the plumber-turned-computer-programmer attempted to slam down a pitcher of New Castle Ale at a local bar.

After the party, Fred Mera, stayed out really late with a few of his co-workers, who had bestowed the title of "True Superstar" upon him. His usual introverted nature struggled against the feeling of possible popularity and even though he lost his cell phone, he concluded that the night was "totally great," and that the people he works with were "total partiers."

Fred had recently been employed as a computer programmer even though he had little professional experience with computers. In fact, he was as assistant plumber for 10 years until he had heard of a website called "Monster" - where he decided to post his resume.

Phony poster for FredM Jeans, "Jeans for a Calm Man."

At work, his Superstar status was quickly elevated to new levels as co-workers, who truly believed he was a cool guy under that nerdy and somewhat arrogant exterior, invited him to sporting events, concerts and picnics. One co-worker even went as far as helping Fred create a phony clothing line, FM Jeans, for which they made flyers and posters, all in the good name of fun.

Fred enjoyed the popularity for months on end, often fantisizing about throwing a party on a weekend that his parents were going to be out of town. Although he didn't throw the party, it didn't matter, people at work seemed to genuinely like him, and hell, it beat plumbing.

It all came crashing down for Fred, when he was promoted to be the manager of the very people that had made him famous. He quickly became a Yes Man for his boss and seemed to forget about how to be the normally introverted lovable nerdy-type. The change was most evident when he bought a brand new Hyundai and parked it facing out, showing off that he got the fog-light option.

Fred is now back to square one, no one at the office really likes him. No one even tries to joke around with him, fearing that he might tell his boss about how his underlings are spending too much time "messing around," and "talking about the weekend."

Fred got what he wanted most: A high-paying middle management job. He has settled back into the comfort of not having to deal with anyone outside of the office, which helps him sleep better at night - and the knowledge that as long as he does what he is told by his boss, that nothing can ever go wrong. Nothing.