I'm really not sure how much people are allowed to say about their work without being liable or something. That's why I've never mentioned the name of my company on here. And I stay positive and never ever mention names or superiors because that's a good way to get canned.
But anyway, forget all that, because now I will tell a purely fictional story.
In a land of stunners and steamers, there worked a young man, just one of many in a cube farm. He enjoyed the simple pleasures of life: salad bars, half-marathons, blogging. He liked his job because it helped him have an apartment, and a new car, and a brand new ANT FARM on the way (yes!)
The Fictional Hero's Future Ant Farm
Well, this guy felt pretty lucky to have all this great stuff, especially since the economy in this fictional world sucked. In fact, he was very fortunate to graduate when he did, before things went to hell in a handbasket.
There had been some layoffs in his industry, and then his company. But he wasn't very scared really. He was young, hip, and single; and besides, his department was golden.
Or was it. <--- The Twist
One day two people on his floor were given their walking papers. He sniffed it out by accident, because one guy worked close to him, and it was all very hush hush. So now the protagonist and his protagonistic allies are worried for their respective jobs. And it's not a great feeling. The hero thought, "Maybe these will be the only heads to roll for a while." But he wasn't sure.
Oh, this fictional account is
To Be Continued...In other news, I can't wait to go hunting for ants to occupy my new ant farm.
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And, um, as to the fictional story--hope it's a happy ending.