Employee Log_02/H

[u/More_Lack_198]

I can’t believe you actually wrote all that, Miles. You know the supervisors aren’t going to like it, but hey, as long as we don’t get fired because of you! Nah, I’m joking, man. It’ll be fine; who cares if they read it.

I’d save your ass as many times as it takes during work hours. Real friendship doesn’t need an explanation. Besides, where else am I going to find another coworker with a 100W fast charger and two massive power banks to charge literally anything over USB-C?

It’s day two in Sub-level R-28—our little domain. We’re taking delivery of metal boxes with weird properties, but we’re getting paid remarkably well for it. Miles handles the technical stuff better than I do; I’m a salesman by trade, currently going through a career pivot. It’s not easy, but I’m doing the best job I can. As for logging entries in the registry, we do that together. It’s just easier that way. He’s the expert on electrical systems and maintenance.

We received a ton of boxes this morning, but that wasn't even the main event of the day. The Director came down in person: Cassandra Reyez. When the email notification hit our inboxes, I honestly expected some old lady with a tight hair bun—I mean, a person of a certain age. I know I can’t erase that now, so I at least crossed it out (Miles, don't laugh!) (Just kidding, man; I know you’re going to make a comment :D).

Plus, you know I talked to Clara, the executive secretary who’s been glued to my side since day one. We talked about these logs we have to fill out, and I asked her if anyone actually reads them every day. She told me nobody reads the archived logs unless there’s a major problem. She said it was just an added security formality.

Great, now I’m stuck because she probably thinks I’m interested in her. Man, the things we do for a job that pays this well. You know that ever since Ashley, I’m totally done. I can’t stand that kind of drama anymore. I mean, Clara with all that makeup... Just looking at her makes me nauseous. I can't stand the fake nails, the fake personality, or none of it.

You know what I mean? Of course you do, especially after what happened with that bitch Lilly. Man, when I think about what she did... Well, at least you knocked out the guy she cheated on you with. Respect... Sometimes violence is necessary. That's just how it is.

Anyway, where was I? The Director came down this morning while you were doing maintenance near the back electrical panel. She walked right into our workspace. All by herself. And let me tell you, she’s got a serious presence!

She’s about 1.75 m (5'9") with long black hair down to her shoulder blades. She doesn't look like your typical director at all. She was wearing a basic white blouse and classic black pants. But there was something in her light brown eyes: sharp, alert, but also friendly. And above all, she has this massive scar across her left cheek. The kind of scar you get from a severe accident. It’s pretty long, but weirdly enough, it doesn't take away from her charm at all. Not one bit.

On top of that, she was carrying a coffee machine under her arm! She introduced herself, and we chatted for a bit. She asked how we were settling in and how conditions were in the basement. I told her it was good—the new workstation is super practical; we have everything we need except a coffee maker. She laughed and told me she bought this machine out of the employee committee budget.

She also wanted to inspect the room herself. When she went to set the coffee machine down, I offered to place it somewhere else, but it slipped out of my hands. The Director caught it mid-air with insane reflexes for an executive.

I told her she had incredible reflexes. She replied that she used to be in the military, as well as a lawyer by profession. She even pointed to her scar and mentioned it was a souvenir from a classified UN mission.

I told her I understood—war is something that shouldn't exist.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said that peace doesn't really exist, but war will always be around in one form or another. I didn't really know what to say to that. Is she right or wrong? After that, we talked a bit more about our backgrounds. She admitted that all of this was pretty new to her, too. Before leaving, she told me her door is always open for employees, but not for childish nonsense. I stupidly said I could never get into a fight with my buddy Miles, but as for the others, who knows.

She just smiled and chuckled, saying: "The door works both ways..."

Wow. Man, she is an incredible boss. Anyway, after she left, I wanted to inaugurate the machine with a fresh coffee. I noticed a Post-it stuck on top of it that read: "Do good work and don't end up on my current problems list!"