they made me go to work at the crack of dawn this morning.

i say "they" with the same kind of affection that the innocent scientists would scream "them" in terror when the giant ants came over the sand dune in all their radioactive fury. my 'they' is not really giant ants - although i've had my share of giant ants in past jobs. my "they" are my current employers. i can't even say what the name of the company is or even give out their acronym because they own my soul "in perpetuity and throughout the known universe." i shit you not. that's what my contract says.

don't get me wrong, on a good day i love my job. where else can i work where i tell people that i watch planets explode on a regular basis? after awhile, one planet explosion looks pretty similar to the next planet explosion, but that's ok, sometimes i watch heads flying off bodies or animals falling from the sky. it's good to get a little variety every now and then.

sometimes i hate my job. today is one of those days when i strongly dislike my job and i wind up calling my employers "they." today is one of those days when "they've" asked me to come in at 6:30 in the morning so that i can sit in a dark room for a long time and make the herculean effort to not fall asleep while i watch the same hypnotic images flash past my eyes over and over and over and over again. the whirr of the projector gives a constant 24 frames per second hum while people talk in low hushed tones all around me. it seems so peaceful in there sometimes.

shit, did i fall asleep?

i look around the room and squint my eyes to see if anyone noticed my head nodding forward in the dark. i'm comforted by the fact that there are people sitting behind me who are undoubtedly nodding their heads forward in the dark.

after all, it's just another planet. <9.6.00>

 

 

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