Day Thirty-Two

Our photo ID cards have on their opposite sides a sensor sensitive string of numbers. And every doorway has an electric eye that scans our ID cards prior to admittance. Any fluke in that string of numbers would bar our entrance to a given door. We would be trapped and observed by one or two of the numerous dozens of cameras that are fixed upon doorways, production floor and even the cafeteria. Big Brother in full regalia. Our company is for sure no different from any other in the credit card industry.

To get to the point of being an employee I had to submit to credit, criminal and urine checks. I also had to fill out forms galore. I must have signed my name a good twenty times before being deemed OK to labor away under constant video scrutiny.

My immediate supervisor, Don, is a decent guy who although fussy does not get ruffled or morph into an angry or vindictive heel when I make mistakes. He is also an agent of change and has impressed me by his calm demeanor when others initially resist his plans of implementing new ways of doing things. Don is a firm believer that there is a proper place for everything and that inventory should be stored alphabetically and numerically. It has been my task to arrange store-rooms and collections of stock in said ways. While doing so I've been a listening board to protests that "this is not the way we've been doing things." People are I've seen to be instinctively weary of change. But change is the only constant. And I am sure that my job will alter along the way. In the mean time it is full speed ahead.