Top-notch speculative fiction. The author immediately joins the pantheon of must-read ones!
The Room
It's so spot on the wonders and miracles of the corporate hell that it almost didn't faze me.
I've long since felt that sometimes people do just what the MC did when they go to catch some zzzzzs on the toilet. (I'm not kidding, that's unisleep for you, baby!)
I've also once hid in a restroom to do a much needed super extra urgent piece of work during a fire alarm. (I'm not proud of that and I've been kicking myself since 'cause had there been real fire I would've had to jump from 10th floor or smth, worse probably. All for the sake of a model that neededfiretuning and an email I needed to fire off ASAP, as always.)
Disappearing in certain places (ie less used conference rooms or restrooms)...
Doing work after hours since concentrating when there are dozens of people milling around (and not just that, having whole full-blown meetings, getting hysterical, watching films, having calls, walking in rounds for hours on end, etc etc) is not really doable.
Being obtuse and having such colleagues, sometimes both at once.... Oh, the joys and sorrows. the pride and prejudice that corp work inspires...
The Invoice
Sometimes I feel like I live in that world.
The Circus
Oh my Lord, Jallo! I feel like cheering this guy.
Q:
He never bore grudges. He was bound to have forgotten our row about “real friends” already. Nothing ever seemed to bother him. He just brushed himself off and carried on. He regarded every setback as an exciting challenge, and was only interested in how to move on from any given situation. He could turn on a sixpence and go off in completely the opposite direction without slowing down at all, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Success didn’t seem to affect him either. Everything was just “exciting” or “cool,” and nothing was too insignificant not to warrant in-depth exploration. He could spend ages staring at you in silence, as if he was expecting something more. As if nothing was ever quite enough for him. As if there was always something he wanted to change. (c)
Q:
It didn’t matter what you said, he always followed up with another question.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I don’t want to be late.”
“What for?”
“A class.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to miss the start.”
“What difference would that make?”
“I’d get a black mark.”
“Why would that matter?”
“It’s not a good idea to get black marks.”
“Why not?”
“Leave off!” (c) Fellow soulmate. Imagine meeting up. We would never stop.
Q:
Whenever you said something, he would nod, and you’d assume you’d reached some sort of agreement. Then he’d make a completely different decision instead. (c)
Q:
These days he was renting office space to run some sort of clinic, as well as various other questionable activities. (c) What's so questionable about that, I wonder?
Q:
I didn’t like the way Jallo went about things. He always saw so many different ways of approaching a subject, the possibilities seemed endless. If you lost your wallet, for instance, and the police couldn’t help you, why not try hypnosis? Or a Facebook group? Everything seemed equally valid to him. (c) LOL! Now, that's out of the box universe kinda thinking.
Q:
“I knew someone who disappeared.”
“Oh?” ...
“And I mean properly disappeared,” ... “He became invisible.”
“What do you mean by invisible?”
“He stopped being visible.” (c)
Q:
The shirt in the back room, with its armpits and associated body, and the head with the long thin hair, slowly began to move, until eventually the whole package was standing in front of me, breathing heavily. (c) Oh, Lord! Now, this is too... over the board.