Sotto sat in his office on the 7th floor of the Omni-Trans building trying to pass the time by reading over some gridmails he had sent to Omni-Admin earlier in the week.
“Impeccable” Trousers compliments to himself, “A regular masterpiece of heartless corporate oppression.”Originally Posted by Gridmail
Re-reading this work did not quite satisfy his thirst for ego stroking so he scrolled down in his inbox.
Sotto chuckles to himself, “The neutrals will finally pay for their arrogance. Now if only Admin would get back to me with the authorization so I can act on Saturday.”Originally Posted by Gridmail
Looking away from his terminal he notices that a hyphen on one of his award plaques has fallen off and now read: “For recognition of years of dedicated work to this department and the corporation. From, Omni Trans Management” The missing piece begins to infuriate him. But before he has a moment to call for someone to be fired his terminal pops to life with a new incoming message, an it was from Omni-Administration.
“This is it!” Sotto ejaculated. “At last I can give the Neutrals what they’re over due to receive!”
With an anxious zeal he opened the gridmail.
slack jawed Sotto stood staring at the screen in disbelief.Originally Posted by gridmail
“I’m beginning to get the feeling I’m not getting the same effort out of this job that I’m putting in….” he muttered.
Pressing on the commlink mounted to his desk he spoke, “Michelle … Hold the rest of my calls for the day … I think I’m going to go home early.” and with that Sotto left the office for the day.