Day 1,465

The office isn't quite right, isn't made for actual people to work in. I suppose after several thousand years alive you'd do anything to get rid of the boredom - even working in a 24/7 pest removal  helpline. Polite as they may be, there's an icy edge to their words when they talk about our... products.

Things had been strangely quiet for the night shift. I was about to ask if I could split my shift and head off early until I got a call saying that Carl jammed the printer. In hindsight it was a gigantic red flag coming from Gheorghe-who-brought-blood-bags-to-work-and-forgot-to-leave-them-in-the-fridge.

So yeah, when I got to the printer it was definitely jammed... with Carl's body. I mean I know him and Gheorghe didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of issues, namely the blood bag thing and Carl's obsession with garlic and onion crisps.

Didn't think it would come to this.

Wasn't paid enough to clean it.