The man who happened to press the button

Master Webster was really really late for work. The feeling of misery was constantly driven up every time he happened to look at his watch. He was sweating and as he wiped his watery hands up his brilliantined hair, he gulped nothing down his throat.
He stepped across the bustle and hustle of the city streets and crossed the road.
As he entered the office building, a blonde girl, in her early twenties just stopped him.
She was furious by her tone and menacing by her looks.
"You bastard!" she shouted.
Webster was taken aback. He knew he was late for work but he never knew such intense treatment by a really beautiful looking girl was a standard operating procedure.
He mumbled a few words.
"You pressed the button" she shouted again.
Webster was puzzled. He was late but he never pressed the button. Whichever the button was.
He answered "Which button my lady?"
"How rude!!" she shouted again, and pointed to the third button from the top on her glossy new work wear.
Considering the precise location of the button, Master Webster was left wishing that he had pressed the button but he tried to hide his desires and replied very politely stating that his hands very never really near the pinpointed location.
Much to his surprise, he was slapped very hard on his tender cheeks that left him wishing even more that he had actually pressed the button. But he rubbed his cheeks gently, looked around at the perplexed faces of many and walked away.
As he reached his cabin, his boss came barging towards him.
Of course, Master Webster thought. What else was he expecting...
"You, you bastard!" his boss shouted.
"Excuse me sir!" Webster exclaimed.
"You pushed the button!" was the immediate reply.
Master Webster was no scientist from Oxford. But he was a logical thinker and a true Sherlock Holmes fanatic. He put two and two together and he replied "With all due respect sir, I was never involved in pressing the button. It was an absolute false allegation made upon me sir and I would really like to reconsider"
"But I just saw you press the button" the boss said pointing at the coffee vending machine which relentlessly seemed to pour coffee down the floor.
"I don't believe this sire. I did not press the button at all!" he said quickly trying to understand the situation. His Sherlock Holmes ability had homed in on a completely different scenario.
"Very well. But make sure you don't push the button again" said the voice trailing off the door.

Master Webster was trying hard to get in terms with reality with a cup of coffee in his hand that he carefully had gotten delivered from one of his friends. He finally pushed the button. "Ding dong" the bell rang. He painfully waited for his personal assistant to turn up.
Two minutes later, he pushed the button again, the sound faintly ringing in his head once again.
He looked at the door. No one appeared.
Master Webster was completely devastated at the state of affairs. His personal assistant never turned up even after him pushing the button.
-FI-

A reckoning from all corners.

The world wants me to change. I myself want to change. But what the world wants me to change into is not I want to change into. Get it??
It's like,
World.Change( me ) <> Me.Change( me )
Pardon the rude intrusion of computer science into such a philosophical discussion.
But I suppose it helps grasping the situation better.
Everyday I spend my time getting hurt within. There's seems no solution.
And as a denouement, I say this : Change is coming. Sometime soon. For better or for worse, no one knows.