This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
“But I don’t know anything about golf,” Director McKenna said back to their adviser.
“You don’t have to know anything about golf, it’s a business. Just stay positive during the interview, keep a journal on secret for me and everyone else, make alliances, and use lawyers to attack your enemies, you’ll be fine.”
“Well, it is in a firm that competes with John’s sideline in golf, we can form a cartel together.”
Chapter 1 – McKenna is my type, a deep-voiced single white redhead (32f). She gets into an interview, and goes home at the end of the interview. She gets a call for another interview, and shows up and grants the interview, at the end. Work is wack s—. If there were anything that was not wack s— people do to each other, they would trust an underling to do it for them. Almost every sentence is several words at least, and every word is another reason why what they are doing is wack.
Chapter 2 – the investors decide that there are too many factions in the company for the directors to control, and the in fighting is so severe, they don’t want anyone competent enough to “challenge the order,” meaning to replace them before it is time. (Negative selection, Wikipedia) That’s where I (34m) come in. Officially, I’m not her workmate. I work for another company that comes in and does consulting. I’m a wack piece of useless s*** with sporadic hemiplegic migraines, a taped mouth, glasses, a fidget spinner, an Airbnb lease, acetylcysteine, ibuprofen, and Asperger’s. I asked if I’m being confronted a lot. The wack- asses working their take frustration, exploding angrily at me, yes, I’m being confronted, I should not have to ask that. I never eat with anyone, I eat alone.
My first move is to lawyer up. My second move is I install communication studies software on the company computers, which de ranks untrustworthy internal emails. The company computers split into two factions, one of which is marketing, the board, and security, and the other one is the other employees, such as warehouse workers, engineers, and accountants. The former sends IT Techs to uninstall the software, and the latter keeps the software as is.
Chapter 3 – now, no one can create enough chaos on the email system to distract from the fact that the executives are discriminating against golf players according to whether they are men with wives and children. The golf players have secret journals, and turn them into their lawyers and complain together. I am scapegoated for the turn of events, and someone attacks me in my office with Composition 58E, an airborne substance such as a gas or an aerosol that triggers my migraines. Since it is a gas, I never see them attacking me, they just open a vial underneath their desk. A workmate shows up and asks me a series of unwelcome questions. I involuntarily say something in a dream like state of altered consciousness, what it is at the time I do not know, but reports afterwards claim that it is “blame my race or I’ll rape you.” No one says anything, and I wind up in the hospital immediately afterwards. In the hospital, hospital staff read my card, and it says that I have sporadic hemiplegic migraines. There, they install a portal in my arm and stick a syringe in the portal, injecting extra-strength anti migraine meds. I wish to speak with my attorney first.
Chapter 4 – I renew my Airbnb lease, and me, my journal, and my attorney are both going to court. I tell them, I can’t do this without a gag or a hella lot of acetylcysteine. In court, I wish to be gagged, citing my condition. The attorney and the judge think that I’m joking. Light floods into the court, and the air is not that great. There might have been some soy or corn syrup in my food, so I tape my mouth over. The court thinks that I’m trying to smother myself. I am sectioned. In the mental ward, there is a woman receiving treatment for a brain infection, and she grabs a nurse’s junk. At first, all is what passes for well. Then, they bring this kid in that they can’t make silent. The kid keeps cussing them out, and telling them to take off the head restraint. I ask the nurses for a kind way to resolve the crisis, and they give me Risperdal and Ativan. I temporarily become a member of the Ativan, the one known as Risperdal.
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