The light
flashed from pink to one-hundred watt white as Corporate Man’s eyes snapped
open. He was staring directly at the
bulb of his desk lamp. Other than the
painfully bright light he felt wonderful.
Confident. Ready to take on the
financial world.
He sat
up. His head didn’t even ache and his
mind was clear; razor sharp. On his desk
was a yellow legal pad. Frantic notes
and tables scratched across line after line.
He flipped through the pad. There
were dozens and dozens of pages filled with his handwriting. An overly excited version of his handwriting,
but his handwriting nonetheless.
His hope
that these notes might contain some brilliant plan, some strategy he could use
to take down Corporate Whore, faded quickly.
The word “bonus” appeared frequently and several graphs and tables
looked like percentage calculations based on decreasing payroll hours.
Corporate
Man read through them. What he found
both sickened and delighted him. The
unscrupulous nature of the work was distasteful, but the wily innovation was
admirable. The ideas would not only
work, but many of them could be implemented within the next or two. The Bonus increase on his next check would–
What was he
doing? He needed to get out of this
situation. He needed to take down
Corporate Whore. He needed some more
Bonus. The cravings wouldn’t stop. He understood that now. What he needed to do was build up tolerance
to the stuff. That would work
right? Just get used to it and then he
could function better. And if he could
build up a supply then he wouldn’t be reliant on his paycheck. In order to do this he’d have to increase his
bonus percentage.
And fast.
