Employee Incident Report Transcript: n (n+4)=24r+22r+1-3

CW: Psychological horror, disturbing imagery

It wasn’t always this way. Or was it. Funny the way it all just.

Apologies. I shouldn’t. I don’t even. I forget… What was that?

Anyway. As I was saying, we try our best here, to create a workplace environment that is. Well. Like another home. So that when you clock in every day, you feel as though you are coming back to family. Work is always better when you have a great team around you, don’t you think? Sorry. I probably shouldn’t be asking you questions. What was your’s again? My mind is all over the place at the moment. Because of the what? The incident? I’m sorry I don’t. I can’t quite. I forget… Can you repeat that?

Oh yes, right. What it’s like working here. Well it’s.

Oh, what it was like? Right. Okay. Sure. It was. Well it was good! Of course! You know, we all got along so well. It was like being among friends, a little family! Of course it’s always nice to go home at the end of a shift, relax in your actual home, but they. We. Always try to make it feel like a safe place here. Somewhere to feel at peace. For everyone. So it was good. Is what I am saying. Is good!

Sorry, this is just. All new to me. It’s a little overwhelming. I didn’t expect any of this. Obviously. Who would. Is there anything else?

When did it begin to change? What change? Working here? It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t. It didn’t happen.

You don’t notice food going off do you. Not properly. I mean obviously when it begins to rot and reek, that’s fairly clear but. The process. Of the decay. It’s not. It isn’t linear. I don’t know how long it takes for a Tupperware of sweetcorn tuna pasta to turn when it’s been kept in the fridge do you? One day you can pick at it and it tastes just fine and looks like regular old lunch and then another you open the lid and there it is. Looking back at you. Staring. Dying. That stench of mould it’s so. Sweet. Not like the corn not like cake. But something. Something more natural. I suppose it is. Natural. Death and all. It comes for all of us. You just don’t expect. You don’t think it will come for you here. It’s meant to be safe we were supposed to be. Be. It was fine yesterday. The pasta I mean. That’s what I’m saying. It’s all delicious and wonderful and good and then you go to shovel it down at your desk and the tunas gone actually properly fishy and the pasta looks like wax. So you chuck it out. In the bin. Get rid. A shame. To waste something. Made with love. That was good once. But. What can you do. It’s gone wrong. So wrong. God we were just. It was just a normal day. They always were. Why did. Why do things have to change?

Another question, sorry, sorry. I’ve always been curious. Probably. I think. Never can just let things be. The unknown. Mysteries. Silence. That was something they used to say. At my quarterly reviews. I need to be better about just allowing things to exist as they are. You can’t fix everything. Can’t know it all. Sometimes it is what it is no other way. This is the way of the world the natural order of things. Dog eat dog ignorance is bliss don’t beat a dead horse. That sort of thing. I used to disagree but. Working here that’s not. Not the way things work. Or worked. Because I’m guessing all of. That all of this means I probably can’t stay here anymore? You’re closing us down?

Right. Yes. Of course, I understand. Investigations, litigation, all that jargon, sure. I mean I don’t get it. Not my ball game at all, hence my job here but. Yes. You have to do what you have to do. I know what that’s like. Work is work. Work is life in many ways. Do you find that?

The incident, sorry yes. I was going to. I was getting to it. I couldn’t quite remember if you’d asked me to. Talk about it yet. It’s usually quite hush hush around here. We all get on with our tasks and keep the chat for the break room. Not even there really. It’s all still the office isn’t it. The walls have ears. And eyes. And mouths. Sorry bad. Bad joke. Not even a joke. Really. I never was the class clown! No, I was the swot actually. Always knew I’d end up in an office. I was grateful when I got accepted here though, it seemed far more interesting that what I’d assumed I’d end up doing. It seemed so different to what everyone else was doing, so new. I was excited to have a job that felt so important. I’d always thought I’d crunch random numbers or copy edit other people’s words from nine to five seven days a week until I retired but, this place is different. Alive. It has a heart. Lot’s of hearts. Heart! Like a family you know? A home away from home. Right down to the pets! Sorry. Another bad joke. My co-worker, I think you were talking to him earlier, he always used to say that I. I forget…

Wow, I’ve wandered away from your question again. I’m glad I’ve never been this absentminded on the clock, I wouldn’t last a day here without my wits about me. Thankfully they take care of us well, so when we do clock out, it’s easy to leave the work behind us. I never think about it when I go home. Not many people can say that really! I know loads of people who are always going on and on about their jobs, the people they work with, the things they have to do. It’s all they think about. It’s much better this way. Much more peaceful. That’s what they always said. Sometimes it gets a little. Confusing. Of course it does, it’s not. I’m not. Sorry, I’m. I got confused. Did you already ask me to talk about the incident or? You did? Sure. Right. I forget where we’ve gotten to in this. Talk? Interview? Exam? Interrogation? It feels a little like one. The quiet. And the lights, they’re very bright. We usually keep it a little dimmer here. Stave off the migraines. You know how it can be working these long hours.

Do I need to take a break? No, we’ve only just started! Anyway I’d rather get this all over with I need to. I need to get back!

Well back to work of course. I don’t like begin away from it too long. They get so hungry. You never know what they’ll eat if you don’t watch them closely and keep your wits about you. There was this one time last quarter. Or maybe it was the time yesterday. This morning? I forget… Anyway-