This is some shit straight out of Brazil
Oh that probably would have made me snap
Vision going red, frothing at the mouth, multiple-day blackout level stuff
As the intrusive thoughts come on, you succumb to disassociation, briefly fantasizing about hacking apart every last one of the bastards in the management suite. When you snap out of it, you’re covered in gore and holding a severed hand. Behind you is a trail of blood and smoldering ash. Your direct supervisor bleeds out in a corner with a letter opener jammed into their aorta, and the general manager has been thoroughly dismembered, with various parts tied to the break room corkboard with headset cables.
“I hate Mondays,” you mutter to yourself.
*tinny midi jingle begins playing* “In hard times like this…” *slideshow of pictures harvested off social media of likely family members of employee begins playing* “It’s important to remember all the people who are relying on your employment, and how failure to meet your quota could affect them.” *midi jingle continues playing on repeat for several minutes as part of a pavlovian training of the employee* “Your mood control break has now concluded and in compensation to your employer for this unscheduled break ten more call resolutions have been added to your target quota.”
how to start a workplace shooting:
