If the water should cut my line, set me free, I don't mind

I used to think I was vastly overqualified for my job, but the guy across the cubicle wall from me has forced me to reconsider. Well, I still think I'm vastly overqualified, but my vast is only half as vast is his vast. Whereas I really should be in an entirely different field and really am out of my depth trying to explain the importance of Oracle products to technical directors and chief information officers who have spent their entire lives working with corporate software, this guy is the complete package: a middle aged, loud, obnoxious, know-it-all computer geek with graying hair and redneck facial hair straight off of WWE Raw Saturday Nite. Medium pot belly, cheap (Wal-Mart?) gold chain, shirt (Hawaiian or polo) unbuttoned (too much to be pleasant, but not enought to be obscene). Arrives at work every day in a red, mid-nineties American pickup truck with an American-flag-in-faux-spray-paint license plate plastered across the front to emphasize that his truck was built in Detriot (son), not one of those foreign places like Jap-an or Ko-rea. Also has a tendency to sit in the truck reading the newspaper during lunch breaks.

He just finished what seemed like a forty minute conversation with a contact (I think it was about forty minutes, because I was on and off the phone several times during his conversation, and listened to him talking several different times, fascinated). So anyways, this guy's supposed to be calling on behalf of HP, but he ends up diagnosing the other guy's problem with Windows ME (which is not an HP product) and explaining to him the benefits of everything from firewalls and anti-virus programs ("I seen alotta viruses out thar, and I wouldn't want a one of 'em") to why he should ditch ME and switch to XP ("Oh yeah, I ruhmember when that Win-dows ME came out, they thought it was a hot pah-tay-toe..."). Whatever. Across-the-cubicle-wall-guy (I can hear him perfectly, but I can't see his face; that only adds to the humor) is way too enthusiastic. He still doesn't get it. I don't think this guy can handle being a telemarketer; he does understand that he's not here to help people, he's here to generate billable hours so that Telenet Marketing Solutions can make a buck or two. I won't prick his bubble, though. I think its a good thing, that he still has his (own version of) sanity, and maybe he doesn't despise his job. Maybe he even enjoys it. But he's vastly overqualified.