20161117

Day 927

In my office the managers aren't human, they're more like a vaguely humanoid entity that subsides solely on coffee and printer ink. This isn't a mean remark about them, they are literally a taupe-coloured haze of sickly smelling smog surrounding several formal suits that communicate via scented post-it notes and emails. It certainly made for an interesting interview.

Other than an unusual and vaguely eldritch entity for a manager the office is fairly a standard small copyrighting company. The only downside is the high turnover rate and large portion of the company's income set aside for police bribes which are growing more and more necessary as the usual officers increase their demands to compensate for the steadily increasing missing persons cases.

So far we've lost twelve to the management's scheme known to the rest of us as the penalty row. It may look like your average line of desks, monitors hooked up as normal,everything neatly in place and otherwise totally unassuming but for the security cameras stationed just behind each chair, pointing directly down onto the work-spaces.

It's where you got moved to if you'd done something wrong usually but from time to time our dear management liked to place a supervisor there for a week or two or until they "left" just to shake things up a little and keep everyone productively on their toes. On the bright side when you're on it everyone treats you so much better and offers to do everything they can for you in the hopes that you'll be sent back to your original desk.

I've been there once before and it isn't all that bad I'll admit, though that might be because I was sent back to my desk after  three months of tension and trying to get my last will and testament sorted and signed just in case. I only made five spelling mistakes and missed a single comma in one contract but that's enough to sentence you to the penalty row and potentially worse.

I remember my final week there so clearly, the three people to my left had all "left" and a further person left each day that week. Nine altogether, a record purge for our company that cost us the majority of our "emergency" fund and lead to management having to hire a new accounting team. It's sick to even think it but thanks to them continuing to screw up I live another week.

Doesn't matter if they did it all on purpose as an attempt to expose management, it would never have worked.

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