Day 109 at the Popsicle Factory

I've been working at the Popsicle Factory (P-factory) for 109 days. I began working at the P-factory March 1, 2005.


It's a terribly cold environment, washed in every shade of gray imaginable. The cubby holding pens are kept at a horripilant 37 degrees at all times, regardless of outside temperatures.


Last week, several rows down from my cubby, I heard what sounded like a cubicle shattering. The rumor mill stated that the occupant had accidentally dropped his stapler. Apparently he was immediately escorted away from the "incident" and taken to the sick bay by several Cold Control robotic Engineer Patrolers (2C-REPs). No one really "saw" anything, other than bright flashes of white light up and down the entire row where the sound originated. It is believed that the 2C-REPs erased all nearby occupants' memories. The fellow whose coop crashed has no memory of the event, only noted that pictures of his family and other personal effects were "missing." He also mentioned that his hand tingled, though he didn't know why.


During my two strictly regulated 15 minute breaks I search for the truth. Today I was only able to learn that in the P-factory's 23 year history only 3 cubicles have thought to have splintered and imploded. The first took place in the early spring of 1984. Very few actually "remember" or know of this. I paid a handsome price for these details, almost 47% of my weekly wages. My source is the 2C-REPs maintenance person (MP), who shall remain nameless. MP's employment began in the fall of 1985. While reprogramming the original 2C-REPs MP found a file containing information of the event.


Of course MP has enough dirt on me that blackmail would be a welcome gift compared to what could, and most likely, would be inflicted upon me. I must go, I hear a 2C-REP.