Another Monday, another train ride into back end of nowhere.
This place is like something out of Dickens novel, it’s so lacking in modern amenities. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen an outhouse before. We don’t have to use them, I’d like to stress that I have not had to use them. No, that would be an entirely different kind of “never going to happen”. I don’t even think they are functional. (Oh, I really hope they aren’t functional.)
It would be tremendously creepy here if it weren’t for all the bureaucracy. (Although that can be its very own and distinct type of horrifying)Not to mention the very large group of people I am constantly surrounded (and ignored) by. It’s not only Katie, Michael and Director Moore, who I’ve never actually seen out of the office before. (It’s like seeing a teacher outside of school, in a word... wrong.) There’s also a rather large group of people who I recognise in that “Oh hi, I see you every day at work and you have never spoken two words to me.” sort of way.
Oh and let’s not forget the most important person here (or at least that’s her opinion of the situation) the “inducement specialist” Catalina. (Don’t you just hate her already? I mean what kind of a name is that? She sounds like a boat.)
I had to sit on the whole train journey while she explained what made her soooo important in this kind of circumstance. She wasn’t even talking to me (apparently I don’t warrant her attentions as much as my drooling male co-workers.) but I was still subjected to over two hours of her prattling on about her manipulation skills, how she can get people to like her and trust her and about how many enemy agents have fallen madly in love with her and blah, blah, self obsessed drivel and so on and so forth. (If I sound bitchy and resentful it’s because I very much am... OVER TWO HOURS PEOPLE!)
She isn’t inducing anything from me but the desire to have my headphones fixed as soon as possible.
Where’s Stanley when I need him. I'd much rather have been listening to Lady Gaga. (Ga Ga Rah Mah-mah...)
Well, we’ll see what she can manipulate out of “John” tomorrow.
