I can imagine people like Chuck working in massive file libraries like a robot. Heck, I might use a character like that in a story.
@geronl I think that would be a good idea. It would even appeal to most people if you could find some way to make them heroic and/or noble. After all,most people are closer to being Chuck than they are to being a outlaw biker or a Navy SEAL.
Some (many?) people THINK they are like that themselves because they have been conditioned their whole life to "find a job and stick with it until retirement. Don't take any chances!"
Or at least I assume most people are told that. My parents just told me that once I graduated from high school I was on my own,and for some reason they seemed to assume I would be heading to prison. I was an "adventurous" child and curious about many things. Some of them involved weapons and explosives. I think I was maybe 10 when I made my own black powder bomb and cracked the sidewalk in front of our house testing it out. They had to pay the city for sidewalk repairs,and they were not amused. I was probably 8 when I made my first 22 caliber zip gun to go with the gravity knife I carried. I knew by the time I was in the 3rd grade that one day I would be a army paratrooper.
I know of one guy like that who was a clerk in a communications center in the army,and typically worked in an air-conditioned office. I knew him as a PFC on Okinawa assigned to the Signal Company. Not real sure what he did,but it was some sort of clerical stuff related to messages and messaging.
Anyhow,it just so happened that a couple of years later he was in a Top Secret signal compound in VN that was getting overran by the NVA during Tet of 68,and not having any real choice in the matter,he took up a rifle and went to war. At the end of the day he was put in for a DSC that was kicked back down to a Silver Star,and that pretty much ended his days as a mild-mannered clerk in a signal center. Wasn't long after that he was wearing a couple more stripes and carrying a concealed weapon everywhere he went,and he went a LOT of places as a classified courier and security agent (spook) for the army. Not exactly sure what he did,but the first time I ran into him after he did whatever it was,his whole demeanor had changed,and Senior SF NCO's were coming up to him and slapping him on the back and telling him it was good to see him. There ain't but one way to earn the serious respect of people like that,and it ain't by being a meek and mild-mannered clerk.
BTW,not only was this guy small,but he was also pretty thin,maybe 22 years old at the time,and his parents much have wanted him to get the snot beaten out of him daily because they named him "Stanley". I'm guessing once he picked that M-16 up and stepped forward,all that resentment came to the surface,and he just went medieval on a bunch of asses.