Title: Project Meltdown
Subtext: Canary yellow.
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Date: 19 Apr 18 (Thursday in the PM)
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Time: Less than a minute
Replies: 5
Revisions: 6
Publicity: Workshop
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Professional sap — as in, a professional currently experiencing exploitation as a result of career-related desperation — is unwittingly assigned to mine, identify and categorize digitized mortgage papers, and to prep them for online auction rooms circa 2005. It is a temp job, paid by the hour, and lowly. He executes badly, and he knows it, because what he does know is nothing of mortgage papers, having received no training whatsoever before being stationed at a desk on a floor of windows in the middle of a big city skyscraper round about State Street by a few jean-wearing forty-somethings who managed to accumulate responsibility for a lot of office space and a lot of paper, despite their casual willingness to turn it all over to a perfect novice who would simply guess at what’s what, mix and match to while away time, and throw things together only because something had to appear as though it were being done. The space is empty for its size, and street sounds can be heard below. The sun bowls through a yellow tint.

From across the floor, “Did you catch that?”

“What, no — I mean yes.”

“I said we’re going to lunch. We’ll be back tomorrow.”

Revisions

Elk » Authorship
Elk » 5:44 PM 24 Apr 18
Elk » 7:36 PM 21 Apr 18
Elk » 8:40 AM 20 Apr 18
Elk » 8:35 AM 20 Apr 18
Elk » 11:36 PM 19 Apr 18
Elk » 11:34 PM 19 Apr 18

The Thread (5)

 Author's voice in grey. 

  1. Elk makes a funny. Has to be superfed.

  2. But is it fiction.

  3. This is pre-recession. Pairs well with Saggitarium 3 and a few Pony Rides that grace the issue, post hoc.

  4. Whatever you say, hoss.

  5. I haven’t been there, but I’ve been there. At least this protagonist got some sun.

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