Office Blues

Mr Mac arose from his office chair, where he had tapped and toiled for the best part of eight hours and more. 
Through his garret window he spied the rugged countenance and meteorological vagaries of distant Ledi. The vista reminded him of places he had, and had not seen, and his longing to roam in such wild places, and mingle with the rough folk. 
He lifted his bellows camera, and extracted the zoom almost as far as she could be persuaded. Fifty seconds later he had his wet plate, ready for the dark room, which he handed to his lackey, with contempt.
'Will it do for my daily blippeth?' he spat at the poor man. 
'It will sir', he said, 'it will'. 
Mr Mac left the drudgery of the mechanics to the poor unfortunate soul in his employ, and headed wearily to the stairs, for his mutton chops and drop of cabernet sauvignon.