here's a short story I wrote. it's about working ^_^
"New Job"
I got a new job recently. It's a good job. I work at a facility. Every day I drive to the facility, which is a large, nondescript building, and I unlock the door with a badge, which is plastic and has some sort of chip embedded inside which allows me to hold it up to the door and make it light up and let me in. Not everyone gets to go inside the facility. Access to the facility is controlled. That makes me feel secure during my workday.
When I'm inside the facility, I often greet my coworkers. They're great. We exchange friendly pleasantries and smiles and if we don't have time for that we wave at each other briefly or sometimes nod. But everyone will at least nod. I think that's great. Our shared social bonds summate to a great company culture which fosters collaboration and teamwork. I associate my coworkers with warm feelings and qualities such as kindness, friendliness, and helpfulness, among others.
That spirit helps us deliver value. We're fiercely determined to deliver value through our work. One of the things that makes working at the facility unique is that there's an understanding that above all else, we're responsible for delivering value. I can honestly say I have never been part of a workplace that is better calibrated to what value is and how to deliver it than the facility. It's inspiring.
I'm calibrated on delivering value. So, I make my way to my desk and take a seat. The chairs are so comfortable; I think they are produced by one of the top-decile office supply companies. They're simple, not particularly flashy, but efficient - they deliver value in their comfort and sleek, understated design, at what I can only imagine is an appealing price point. Sometimes, before I start working in earnest, I sit back in my chair and consider my chair as an object and a source of inspiration. The facility encourages abstract thinking for its own sake. Additionally, I enjoy it because it stimulates neuroplasticity, which is a trait highly correlated with delivering value.
Then, the work begins. I pull out the device, as well as the companion device which works in tandem with the device, as well as the peripherals, and I power on the device and connect it to the network. I complete my authentication (this is good - it prevents unauthorized access to facility materials) and I'm greeted by the warm glow of the workspace. It consists of several programs; the specifics depend on your role. Some of them are simple, sleek and polished; others, complex and hopelessly inscrutable. The contrast between them is refreshing and makes for an exciting work environment. Some of them allow for communication with your coworkers; opportunities for collaboration abound.
Work typically consists of using one of the programs to achieve a specific goal. Sometimes a goal may require multiple programs, and in certain cases it may even require the orchestration of several resources. Meetings will be held on a regular cadence to discuss goals and keep track of the progress of the resources assigned to the goals. Today, I'm working towards a clear and straightforward goal. I have no blockers, progress is continuing as anticipated. The team in charge of orchestration and planning did an excellent job with this goal; they made sure I had everything I needed to succeed and deliver value.
At lunch, I sit with my coworkers and eat a ham sandwich and a small package of potato chips. We unanimously agree that meetings can occasionally be a distraction from delivering value, and also that our favorite color is gun-metal gray.
I continue to work at my desk for a few hours. My goal is nearing completion; I have some down time, so I go to a website and watch videos of industrial accidents. I've seen most of these already. One of them is new, and features a woman being torn slowly in two by a pair of enormous robotic arms while she howls and screams and screams. I can tell it's AI though, because of a reflection in the background, and also the machine seems impractical and unrealistic. Nothing like that has ever happened at the facility - not even once.
Five o'clock rolls around. It's time to begin winding down on my goals. I accomplished a lot today, and I feel good. I pack up my things and decommission my workspace, and an acceptable amount of time past the hour, I leave the facility with pleasantries, waves, smiles, and nods to my coworkers, teammates, and fellow resources.
On the drive home, I think about my life and future, and how I should use the compensation that I receive in return for the value I create, and what I should do. For some reason when I think about this the back of my neck gets hot and prickly, and my chest starts to hurt, and I find myself hunching over and clenching my teeth. And, as I'm distracted from my goal by those unwelcome sensations, some kind of small animal, some furry thing, chooses exactly the wrong moment to try to run across the road, and my car intercepts it with an undeniable tha-thump that tells me that its soft, weak, imperfect, irrational, unknowable biological body has been dominated, permanently, by the unstoppable force of a great machine.
The rest of my drive home is peaceful and uneventful.
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