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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 12.59pm. Lunch; and Rebellion.
« Reply #135 on: September 28, 2011, 10:24:30 am »

Tracy sighed and rolled her eyes. Another day at work? With a shrug she went down to the bus stop and boarded the next bus heading to GenCorp.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 12.59pm. Lunch; and Rebellion.
« Reply #136 on: September 28, 2011, 03:13:32 pm »

Scream in pain! Oh, the bad luck! But this won't get in the way of my ability to KILL THE PLANT! ROLL AROUND IN THE WEEDS TO SPREAD THE WEEDKILLER ON THEM TO KILL THEM DIE HORRIBLE BADLUCK WEEDS DIE!
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm
« Reply #137 on: September 28, 2011, 04:31:00 pm »

Monday: 1.17pm
 
Urgh... Do first aid.

You manage to regain consciousness in time to avoid bleeding to death in the filing cupboard and crawl outside to the nearest first aid post. With your undamaged hand you manage to open a first aid kit and you just about manage to competently apply a field dressing [5]. You still feel a bit weak and queasy though.
 
Morale Boost! Avoided bleeding to death in a cupboard!
Fail! Depressed!
 
Task Assigned! Complete a first aid resource usage statement form!
Task Assigned! File the rest of that data!
Failure Rating: 14.
Morale: -10
 
WARNING: Your morale level indicates that you are close to depression. This will affect your ability to work.
 
Kathryn gives up-the American way!-and goes to have lunch. :P

Deciding that computers and those responsible for their upkeep aren’t worth the trouble, you go and have lunch in the GenCorp Canteen [3]. You get a sandwich and a can of GencoCola. The sandwich is alright. It might have been made fresh this morning.
 
As you sit on the cheap plastic seat in the grey and soulless canteen under row upon row of glaring fluorescent lighting, the waves of hysteria and patriotism that you were enjoying not so long ago pass as you reflect on the mundanity of your existence. You pick a thin slice of limp cucumber out of your sandwich.
 
Morale Drop! Mass hysteria complete!
Morale Drop! Mass patriotism complete!
Fail! Should have got started typing by now!
Success! Ate a quick and cheap lunch!
 
Task Assigned! Minute a teleconference recording!
Task Assigned! Sign up for some fire training!
 
Failure Rating: 21.
Morale: 3.
 
Whistling to himself, Sato went right back outside and began tidying up the dumpster area again. Sure is a nice day to be outside today, he thought, blatantly ignoring the events happening in front of the building. Out here in the back, it was just him and his cleaning equipment, and he could get lost in his work easily, giving him plenty of time to think and plan. Maybe when he had worked this job awhile and put enough money in the bank, he could open a small business. Nothing big, just a place for people to bring in appliances, computers, and other electronics to be fixed. Maybe he could customize and repair bicycles, too. Even if it was only moderately successful, he would be content. Still whistling, he got to work.

Heading outside and ignoring the carnage you pass at the GenComplex’s main driveway, you start to tidy the dumpster area again, sweeping back and forth [5], trying not to question the sense of tidying an already tidied area [1]. Damn it, they’re treating you like a fool! They must think you’re nothing but a common janitor. You’ll show them! You’ll… you’ll work this job awhile and put some money in the bank and open a small business! You’ll even customise bicycles, maybe even painting flames on the downtubes and hiding anti-GenCorp sentiment in coded paint schemes on the chainstays! Gah… at least it’s nice and sunny today! Even the gunfire seems to have quieted down a bit.
 
The sound of your whistling fills the nearly spotless dumpster area; the sun shines.
 
You feel a bit hungry, but you’re quite lost in your work.
 
Morale Drop! Slightly depressing introspection!
Morale Boost! Nice sunny day!
Success! Re-hygienificated the dumpster area!
 
Task Completed! Re-hygienificated the dumpster area!
 
Failure Rating: 13.
Morale: 10.
 
Warning! Your Morale is so high that you are beginning to look suspiciously happy! Remember folks, we are here to work, not to have fun!
 
Scream in pain! Oh, the bad luck! But this won't get in the way of my ability to KILL THE PLANT! ROLL AROUND IN THE WEEDS TO SPREAD THE WEEDKILLER ON THEM TO KILL THEM DIE HORRIBLE BADLUCK WEEDS DIE!

As you blindly run about in panic, arms waving in the air like some kind of inflatable wavy armed machine, you suddenly come to your senses [5]. You scream in pain! And then you realise that, soaked in raw GenCorp Industrial Strength Perpetual Weedkiller, you are become an engine of vengeance! An engine of plant destroying chemical death!

You roll about on the floor, spreading the GenCorp Industrial Strength Perpetual Weedkiller as you writhe in burning skin agony, destroying swathes of weeds as you go, pustulating buboes all over the  shrivelling and yellowed grass. The instant desertification is glorious and complete!

You still can't see very well though.
 
Morale Drop! Burning skin!
Morale Drop! No shirt!
Morale Boost! Wanton weed destruction!
Success! Killed those damn weeds!
 
Task Completed! Killed those damn weeds!
No Task Assigned!
 
Failure Rating: 11.
Morale: -7.
 
Back to work!

You start on your way to your desk to get back to work [2], but the moment you rise you realise you are quite drunk. You’ve just downed an entire bottle of wine! You manage, just about, to get back to your workstation, but that seems to be the only thing you’re going to be able to manage for a while.
 
Slumped over your desk, you fight against sleep. The phone rings.
 
Morale Boost! Quite inebriated!
Fail! At work!
 
No Task Assigned!
Failure Rating: 13.
Morale: 13
 
Warning! Your Morale is so high that you are beginning to look suspiciously happy! Remember folks, we are here to work, not to have fun!
 
Tracy sighed and rolled her eyes. Another day at work? With a shrug she went down to the bus stop and boarded the next bus heading to GenCorp.

Shrugging with apathy but then considering the attraction of working four hours and being paid for fully four and a half, you finish off your lunch and get down to the bus stop [6].

You've not even been waiting 20 seconds when the bus pulls up, and you hop on. The bus is pretty full though and there's no seats left: you're forced to stand right near the front and you can feel the middle aged bald man on a seat a few rows back eyeing you up. Ewww. A couple of stops later an old lady boards the bus; there's no seats free still so the middle aged bald man gives his seat up for her and moves to stand towards the front also - just as you start thinking, ah, maybe I was wrong, maybe he isn't such a dirty middle aged bald man after all the bus jolts to a stop. You feel a hand on your backside. You turn round to give him an earful, but as you do he is already apologising sheepishly,

"Terribly sorry miss, I slipped when the bus braked" - you guess it's kind of plausible, so you bite your tongue.

A couple of minutes later though, the bus is cruising along close to the GenCorp complex when you feel a hand on your backside again! You turn round before he expects it and as you look him in the eyes a strange expression flashes across them. Anger overtakes you all of a sudden; you violently raise your knee! He coils over clutching himself, he falls to the floor! He is nearly struck down! A woman who was sitting a few seats away stands up.

"You go girl! That dirty middle aged bald man is always trying it on with every young woman on this damned bus and nothing ever gets done! He is a pest on upstanding young women everywhere! He always swore it was an accident and I always swore if I caught him again I would make sure he got a good kneeing! I saw him do that and I will testify in a court of law!"

She gets up and walks over to the prostrate deviant fiend and kicks him in the stomach a bit.

"You dirty old middle aged bald man!" she cries, striking him with her bag. Suddenly three young women from the back of the bus come forwards.

"Hey! It's the dirty old middle aged bald man! The one who tried to touch my backside! Hey we saw it happen! Let's call the police! Come on Tiffany, your turn! Kick him Angelique!"

The three young women start kicking the middle aged bald man as he lies sobbing on the floor. The old lady who took his seat stands; she hits him with her walking stick. The bus skids to a sudden halt, and several police officers board. They beat the middle aged bald man with their truncheons a little, then slam him to the floor and cuff him and lead him away. The sergeant addresses you.

"Miss, you have done your community a great service today! He has been molesting 19 year old typists and phone operators for months but we have never been able to catch him redhanded! I would be honoured to escort you safely the rest of your journey, although only if it is a short one, and I will tell your boss how much of an honour you are to his company! Yes sir! If I had a son I would wish for him to marry a strong and beautiful woman such as you!"

As you descend from the bus every passenger rises to their feet and gives you a standing ovation. The driver stops you before you walk away.

"Oh, miss Tracy! You are such a fine young woman. You may ride free on my bus any time you like! You are such an upstanding young citizen! You make me proud to be an American!"

He all but swoons.

...

As the police sergeant drives you up the main drive to the GenCorp Complex, you see lines of armoured police vans; wreckage strewn about; what appear to be... - no, they couldn't be corpses could they? It must have been some kind of staff exercise. Emergency readiness or something. Mr Halford always did seem such an insightful and forethinking man.

You get to the boss's office, but he's not there yet informs his assistant. He wants you to go and assist on main desk reception for a while though, and he'll come get you when he's ready. You're still beaming at your new found hero status.

Morale Boost! Righteous vengeance!
Morale Boost! Protector of womankind!
Morale Boost! Standing ovation!
Morale Boost! Free rides to work for ever!
Success! Community Hero!
 
Task Completed! Got to work!
Task Assigned! Assist reception!
 
Failure Rating: 9.
Morale: 5.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm
« Reply #138 on: September 28, 2011, 04:36:24 pm »

Hmm. I'm considering dropping out of the 'game'-I'm trapped in a impossible task lol-but then someone else will get the end of the day axe...oh well, good luck to you guys! :P

Kathryn abruptly decides to retire and maybe open a kosher sandwich shop with her sister-by finding her boss and punching him in the nose, before leaving.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm - Justice for VP!
« Reply #139 on: September 28, 2011, 04:37:41 pm »

Run screaming to the nearest area of medical aid.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm - Justice for VP!
« Reply #140 on: September 28, 2011, 04:43:03 pm »

Sato decided to knock off for lunch. He still had enough time to get a quick meal at the cafeteria, and maybe some coffee while he was at it.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm - Justice for VP!
« Reply #141 on: September 28, 2011, 05:17:55 pm »

Holy crap, best trip to work ever!

Tracy made her way to the reception desk. Seeing the other receptionist she had to suppress a sigh. Gloria always had way too much makeup on. And the perfume just about made her gag. Still, at least she would most likely probably appreciate Tracy's story about the bus. "Hi Gloria! What's going on today?" She tried to appear as pleasant as possible.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm - Justice for VP!
« Reply #142 on: September 29, 2011, 02:41:44 am »

Have a break/lunch. I deserve it.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.17pm - Justice for VP!
« Reply #143 on: September 29, 2011, 10:21:05 am »

Oh yeah- too much too good.


Slap myself in the face to sober up, and answer the damn phone.

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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm
« Reply #144 on: September 29, 2011, 02:05:18 pm »

Monday: 1.34pm

Have a break/lunch. I deserve it.

Fully recovered from nearly bleeding to death alone in the dusty cupboard, you decide to take lunch [5]. Not only do you deserve it, after all this, you could do with a bit of strength. You make the short trip to the basement restaurant Trois Etoiles de Halford and slump heavily into a luxurious chair at one of the free tables. A waiter takes your order. You take the filet of sea bass and a single glass of Pouilly-Fume Château de Tracy 2001 with a pleasingly large slice of vacherin for dessert. It’s all free, so why not ? A light jazz band play softly in the corner of the restaurant; an attractive waitress brings your lunch when it’s ready a few minutes later.
 
If you had to, you’d probably describe the meal’s quality as legendary.
 
Morale Boost! Splendid lunch!
Morale Boost! Mild intoxication!
 
Task Assigned! Complete a first aid resource usage statement form!
Task Assigned! File the rest of that data!

Failure Rating: 14.
Morale: -5

Kathryn abruptly decides to retire and maybe open a kosher sandwich shop with her sister-by finding her boss and punching him in the nose, before leaving.

Your mind inexplicably filled with the thought of kosher sandwiches and with love for your sister, you decide to look for the boss so you can punch him in the nose and flee the premises [2]. He’s nowhere to be found. Bother.

Fail! Should have got started typing by now!
Morale Boost! Thoughts of happier times!
 
Task Assigned! Minute a teleconference recording!
Task Assigned! Sign up for some fire training!

Failure Rating: 22.
Morale: 4.

Sato decided to knock off for lunch. He still had enough time to get a quick meal at the cafeteria, and maybe some coffee while he was at it.

You’ve had a pretty busy morning and all of a sudden realise it’s about time you had some lunch [3], so you make your way indoors to the GenCorp canteen. It’s pretty miserable and grey, a sharp contrast to the beautiful sun you’d been enjoying minutes earlier. If only it had been Designated Permitted Picnic Day! Although with the recent unrest you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the last of that privilege. You get a decent enough sandwich and a nice cup of coffee to finish it off. That should at least perk you up for the afternoon! As you get up to leave, you see the boss enter on the far side of the canteen, looking a little the worse for wear. He heads straight for you.
 
BOSSCHECK!
 
“Satoshi. The doctors say I have to keep calm, so I’m going to try. But I need to point out that I hate you. You have ruined my day, you have covered me in garbage and pigeon parts, and then done the same thing to my presentation room. I don’t know why you hate me, I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but if I’m going to get the sort of reprimand I got after ruining Professor Crack’s presentation to the board this lunch, I’M DAMN WELL GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR IT TOO. JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING EATING LUNCH? YOU’VE GOT PIGEON PARTS TO REMOVE.”
 
He starts panting a bit and leans down to grab a hold of the back of your chair for support.
 
“Go clean Presentation Room Green Four 24 and then go and clean out Toilet Block H90. Oh. Wait. Did I say toilet block? I MEANT THE BLOCKED TOILET IN TOILET BLOCK H90.”
 
Turning purple, he takes some kind of pill and storms out before you can respond.
 
BOSSCHECK FAILED

Success! A nice coffee!
Fail! The boss hates you!
Morale Drop! Yelled at without reply!
Morale Drop! Crappy tasks to complete!

Task Assigned! De-pigeonificate Presentation Room Green Four 24!
Task Assigned! Unblock the overflowing toilet in Toilet Block H90!
 
Failure Rating: 14.
Morale: 7.
 
Run screaming to the nearest area of medical aid.

You run screaming to the nearby Janitorial medical aid post [5] where you find a big tub of anti-weedkiller. Half-blind with The Fear, you lever off the lid and pour it all over your burning body.
 
It’s like… it’s like… the awesomest thing in the world ever! It’s like a gallon of the coldest beer just after a raw GenCorp GM DeathStar chili. You think you’re in love. You’re considering writhing about on the floor in naked ecstasy when you suddenly hear the boss’s voice.
 
BOSSCHECK!
 
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, POWDER? WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR GODDAMNED SHIRT? Why the hell have you broken your GenCorp property weedsprayer? That’s gonna come out of your wages if it’s the last thing I do. ARG. GET DRESSED, GET BACK OUT TO WORK AND CUT DOWN THAT GODDAMNED BAD TREE BY THE FRONT GATE.”
 
Before you even regain your eyesight entirely, he’s gone.
 
BOSSCHECK FAILED
 
Morale Boost! Ah the sweet relief!
Morale Drop! No chance to defend yourself against the boss!
Fail! Boss wonders what the hell this is!
Fail! Not correctly attired!
Fail! Boss saw the broken weedsprayer!

Task Assigned! Cut down the bad tree!

Failure Rating: 15.
Morale: -7.
 
Slap myself in the face to sober up, and answer the damn phone.

You slap yourself in the face and have a faint impression that you slightly more sober, but the truth is that no one who saw you right now would think the same thing [3]. Still, you're not dozing off anymore, so that's a start. The phone rings for a particularly long time before you answer it.

It's just someone needing their password reset. You manage [4].

You browse the Supportdesk inbox and realise there are two requests you probably should have attended to a while ago - there's a typist somewhere in Grey Thirty 17 Block who needs access to a computer, and there's a serviceuser in Green Forty 93 Department A who says her colleague's having trouble with her mouse, and could someone come and fix it for her - she'd email herself but she can't, she's having trouble with her mouse AND WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A DIRECT EXTENSION TO DIAL ANYMORE?

You're still not exactly sober.
 
Morale Boost! Quite inebriated!
Fail! At work!
Morale Drop! Been slapped in the face!
Success! Reset a password!

Task Assigned! Give access rights!
Task Assigned! Fix the damn mouse!

Failure Rating: 12.
Morale: 13

Warning! Your Morale is so high that you are beginning to look suspiciously happy! Remember folks, we are here to work, not to have fun!

Tracy made her way to the reception desk. Seeing the other receptionist she had to suppress a sigh. Gloria always had way too much makeup on. And the perfume just about made her gag. Still, at least she would most likely probably appreciate Tracy's story about the bus. "Hi Gloria! What's going on today?" She tried to appear as pleasant as possible.

Quickly getting over to the main reception desk [4], you nearly let out an audible sight when you see that it’s that over-made up toad Gloria you’re going to be sharing with for the next however long. Ugh. Why would anyone choose to smell like an Istanbul taxi driver on a sunny day walking his dog after eating too many scrambled eggs? Still, at least you have an awesome anecdote that will probably while away more than a few minutes. You address her pleasantly.
 
"Hi Gloria! What's going on today? The damndest thing happened on the bus coming in!"
 
But Gloria just kind of motions behind you with her eyes. You turn.
 
BOSSCHECK!
 
“TRACY!? I wanted you to man the reception desk, not the goddamn gossip desk. Take this hundred page report and get it properly typed up for me while you’re helping out Gloria will you, and if…“
 
All of a sudden Gloria’s perfume becomes just too much. You gag. You retch. You vomit on your shoes! You vomit on the bosses shoes! If looks could kill, as they say… Well. Let’s just say you’d be on sale in a butcher’s. He storms out, feet flipping cubes of half digested food into the air and across the floor with each angry step.
 
BOSSCHECK FAILED
 
Morale Drop! Yelled at by the boss in front of Gloria of all people!
Morale Drop! No chance to reply!
Morale Drop! There is sick on your shoes!
Fail! Too much gossiping!
Fail! There is sick on the boss’s shoes!

Task Assigned! Type up the report!
Task Assigned! Assist reception!

Failure Rating: 12.
Morale: 1.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm.
« Reply #145 on: September 29, 2011, 02:11:34 pm »

Find the boss, punch him face. You can't fire me, I quit!
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm.
« Reply #146 on: September 29, 2011, 02:15:34 pm »

I seemed to have past Drunk At Work Challenge #1- let's see if I can manage #2.

E-mail the access requesting user with a memo explaining the proper forms that will need to be filled out to have access granted.  Then go out and fix the damn mouse!  Bring a spare mouse just in case.


Mr. Boss is not having a good day.  How many times has he been vomited on now?
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm.
« Reply #147 on: September 29, 2011, 02:49:58 pm »

Oh, what the heck.

Dead Pidgeons!
3-hit combo from Frelock!
Heart attack!
Makes four!

You know, it's hard to blame him to being so rage-filled.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm.
« Reply #148 on: September 29, 2011, 03:14:52 pm »

Kicking of her shoes Tracy grabs them and runs to the closest bathroom. She cleans off her shoes, gargles some water, and then fashions a facemask out of toilet paper. Returning to the desk she glares at Gloria. "You know it's all your damn fault I threw up. That perfume smells like something that crawled out of a grave!" She then turns her attention to typing up the report that was requested of her.
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Re: Roll to Work at GenCorp! Monday: 1.34pm.
« Reply #149 on: September 29, 2011, 03:19:36 pm »

Satoshi raised an eyebrow. First he says he can never thank me enough for saving his life and then yells at me? ...Whatever, guess I should go clean the room up anyway, that's kinda my fault. Then the toilets are my job, so... yeah. With a sigh, he returned to the presentation room with a pair of sanitary gloves to clean it up.
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