Poor Work Ethic

by Jason
originally published at 08:02PM on Friday, March 09, 2007 mature

He sat in his cubicle, eyes fixed blandly on the computer screen.

Jen, one of his co-workers, knocked on the wall and said, “Jason, I know you’re busy, but can you run metrics on project 4-5-1-20-8 please?”

There was no response. He didn’t even turn to look at her.

Another moment passed in silence. “Okay, great. Thanks,” Jen said, walking back towards her own cubicle. “Ass.”

Ten minutes passed. His monitor went dark for a moment, then the screensaver started up. His eyes never left the monitor, now awash in swirls and shapes.

His manager, Erin, walked into his pod. “Nice screensaver,” she said brusquely. She dropped a sheaf of papers onto his desk, inches from his hand, which rested on top of his mouse. “Can you rework this presentation? Make it fancier for the client. By COB today, if you can.” She turned and left.

Throughout the day, others came and went, and Jason never spoke. He never moved. He never agreed or refused to anything at all.

Jason was dead.

Comments

  • from OscarDOOM:

    Ahahahaah. This is so beautiful.

  • from Colin :

    Jason, you rock! You’re so dark… I guess art really DOES imitate life. :D

  • from mountainsofjam:

    How appropriate. Makes you wonder how many have died for the sake of work.

    mountiansofjam

  • from Ingaba:

    Fantastic…

  • from QuakeDisruptor:

    It’s funny, I thought you wrote this story about me for a second.

    Good job!

  • from badvoodoo:

    Sometimes I wonder if some of the people in my office are dead too.

  • from Saint Chuck:

    Ahh, the subtle irony of life. Love it.