A Day of Work

Narrator POV

As Senior, or his name at the workplace, Fensworth sits down in front of a blank computer screen he logs in using his classified account.

When the screen blinks a green check mark, he begins to click rapidly, in a vain hope that it'll go faster, unfortunately, these hopes were obviously in vain, it didn't go a single millisecond faster.

Once it opens there is a box on the top right letting him know how many jobs he completed, and it currently displayed 0/10

This wasn't your average job. All you needed to do was meet a quota, and you were done for the day, but until your done, your stuck here, for eternity if that's how long it takes until you catch up with the work that you are required to do.

You also don't get paid a single penny before you finish your quota, to discourage people for joining and sitting in front of their computer for a week and then just quitting.

Anyways, he works in the highly sought after job of... IT supporter...

He clicks on a button on the bottom right of his screen, ushering in the first caller that needed IT support, he would love to use his personal phone, but because the company wants to monitor you for, 'Improve Customer Relations.'

No. It's really so they can track what you say and if you leak any information they can cut you off and promptly execute you, literally.

Senior knows this of course but he doesn't care, why would he?

"Hello to the Dank Support Squad, we're here to suff- support all of your problems! What is your issue today?" He grumbles.

He knows there is a piece of software that makes him super excited and enthusiastic, so he doesn't have to pretend like he gives a crap about this job.

...

Senior POV

Half an hour later I finish 2 of my clients 'problems.'

They mainly involved, 'Hey, did you update your computer? Hey, did you shut your computer down mid-download? Can you please turn your computer off and on again?'

I gets up from his chair groaning over my old ass bones, I'm obviously young, but I feel so old, "Maybe time for 'retirement.' " I ponder. Walking aimlessly staring the plain white halls of his office building. 'Kinda reminds me of the Backrooms, not gonna lie.'

I ignore my more concerning and quickly dismiss the retirement plan. It'd be too dangerous to solely rely on hacking companies bank accounts... way too risky.

After wandering past the empty cafe where employees sit down to eat, I decide to sit down and munch on dehydrated ramen while I check if I received a message from a certain roommate.

I press a few buttons on the table and a packet of instant ramen (and for some reason, water isn't included) pops out of the center of the table, kinda like a personal vending machine.

I swiftly begin crushing the noddles against the table, if there were any employees not glued to their addiction devices, they would've been quite weirded out by my actions.

Fortunately, there aren't any employees, only cameras and those peeping toms who operate them can be disgusted as much as they like, I'll never meet them anyways.

After I feel the right consistency, I open the vacuum-sealed packet and quickly fish out the spice packet and mix it in the noodles before going back to my desk.

"At least I'll have something to do while I'm helping out my clients..." I mutter, as much as I would love to say stuff about my *clients* I can't since every single nanometer of this building has a ear listening to it, the boss is paranoid of us unionizing or something.

So I made my way back to my cubical and sit down and usher in my next *client* while munching on crushed ramen.

...

When I finally please all 10 of my required customers, I decide to go against the companies advice... again.

Their advice is to keep serving clients until the end of your shift, no way in heaven or hell am I gonna do that!

So instead, I pull up the most accurate news article I could find, can't search any porn unless I wanna get fired you see...

And lo and behold, I see a woman like Kylie on the practical highlight, just after the leader of some country marrying some fucking plastic girl.

It says that she ran off from the tech giant, Dank Tech Ltd. with a development cost of... 463 TRILLION DOLLARS?!!?

Maybe I should turn her in... they may give me a few billion d-

No way it can be in our currency! However, I quickly do a few searches to see if this is corroborated info, and unfortunately, it is.

That must be a typo but that would explain why they want her back so much...

I guess I should keep reading the article to see if I can find more information.