And now for something completely different.
ANYWAY, so I have this tech job at this tech company (which will remain unnamed); the pay's decent (I'm able to make ends meet, anyway) and the commute's a ways, but the scenery on the way is kinda nice; a drive before work kind of psyches me up and motivates me for the day ahead.
Obviously, I can't tell you where the place is located, but if you're ever driving through a lush green forest on a two-way black asphalt-paved road, and pass by a security gate at the base of a small mountain, chances're that's the corporate drive leading up to my office.
The particular office for the company I work at is located on a small mountain; it's referred to fondly as "The Office on the Mount" by those of us who work there, and the campus consists of about 3 separate buildings. Literally, the buildings are located at the top of the slopes; the summit's pretty small. Keep in mind, this isn't even the company's headquarters; it's just one of their very many offices in the world.
I work in one room, around one table, with about 5-6 other people at a time.
There's only one problem with the job: THEY ACTUALLY HAVE AUTOMATED ROBOTS SURVEILLING US. They're those classic-looking robots, that have either roundish or squarish heads, and their bodies are either rectangular or trapezoidal in shape; they move around on treads. They also have arms.
And if it looks like we're goofing off, or sleeping on the job, they TAZE us. Not the kind of tazer that knocks you out, it's more like a cattle prod for humans; it just stings like getting minutely singed when cooking something. Still, it snaps you back to attention.
My point is, THESE ROBOTS ARE PROGRAMMED WITH ALGORITHMS TO RECOGNIZE IF SOMEONE IS "GOOFING OFF" OR NOT. Many times though, it's undeserved, and people have gotten tazed when they really WERE working or researching. The worst place to end up with one of these robots harassing you is in the bathroom. Y'know, 'cuz of the water? They'll also chase you away from the water cooler after a time. It's a "Loiter-free" workplace. And they disclose all of this before you decide to work for them. Of course, upstanding citizen you think you are, you don't think it'll be a problem.
Unfortunately, it reached the last straw for me yesterday. I got stung in the back of my waist while sitting at my computer, while I was trying to calculate the weight that a certain product would be able to withstand, and maybe figure out how to improve its frame, so it could sustain more weight.
I turn around, and I see "Clank" right there (that's my little pet name for 'im), so, do you know what I do? I grab him by his little orb-shaped head, and his body and arms start flailing and wiggling underneath him, but he's not able to connect me with his tazer when I hold him at arm's length.
I take him to the stairwell, and you know what I do? I f***ing toss him down one flight of stairs. Just ONE flight of stairs. *Clash!* He stops moving, and there are just sparks pouring out of him. I totally just DESTROYED company property. And you know what? I DON'T CARE. At least, that's what I thought. Just as soon as I'm able to understand what I just did, I see the shadow of a LARGER robot coming up from around the corner of the stairwell.
I get out of there, so the robot doesn't see what I look like, and I get back to my room. I don't say anything to anyone. Assumingly, the same robot that was coming up the stairwell eventually enters our room. I think it was the same robot. Everyone else is busy working, and doesn't notice him. Within my peripheral vision, over the top of my computer monitor, I can see him: He's one of those dark grey ones, who's about taller than any of us; he parks himself behind one of my co-workers. And then he gestures at me, as if to say, "I'm watching you," he does that thing where he points at his two eyes, and then points both fingers at me. These robots have achieved self-sentience. Some of them, anyway. Somehow, it knew it was me. It can't see around corners, but it knew it was me. And then he leaves the room quietly without saying anything. Interestingly enough, these robots don't report back to management if they find someone goofing off; they just sting them, and leave it at that.
Afterward, after some time, my "workplace bestfriend" approaches me, and tells me he knows what happened. About the smashed robot, and the larger robot that has my number. He hands me what looks like a police-grade flash light; it's one of those heavy ones that's half the size of a baseball bat. But, secretly, it's actually a tazer that would disable any of the surveillance robots! Apparently, all my other co-workers, ALL of them, secretly carry these around with them, and zorch any robot that dares harass them. I always wondered why some robots just seemed to bit standing around, doing nothing. As far as management has been concerned, the robots just fritz out from time to time and stop working. Apparently, only their arms are insulated from electrical shocks, since they use tazers, but their bodies are not.
My "workplace bestfriend" tells me to sit in the back corner of our room from now on, away from the door, so everyone else can look out for me. One of these days, though, we'll definitely have to zorch big dark grey.
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[Highlight] And then I wake up and realize it was just a big bad stupid dream.[/Highlight]
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