Bloody Management

Posted on November 1, 2009


(I’m participating in NaNoWriMo. See also my weekly blog entries at Virtual Writers, Inc. This is an excerpt only. Unfettered, unedited, but not dispirited. From chapter 1, “Office”.)

Nicholas Dart immediately knew what he was supposed to do and not to do, in this place: he was supposed to work at the desk on his laptop. He was not supposed to look out the window. He was supposed to hold meetings with one or two executives or colleagues at the small table. He was supposed to put some books in the shelf, books that made him look informed, reading, smart. He was not supposed to shag a female staff member on either his desk or on the small table. He was supposed to keep his door closed during confidential meetings. He was not supposed to open the windows and scream his anger out or jump from them to a certain death. He was supposed to take his coffee from the hallway where the company provided machines with fourteen different types of caffeinated drink into his office. He was not supposed to leave the paper cups standing around anywhere. He was supposed to throw them in the wet waste basket next to the machine. He was not supposed to put art or posters he liked up on the wall instead or in addition to the choice made for him by the corporation. He was supposed to place photographs of his family, if he had them, on the desk. He was not supposed to leave a pair of handcuffs or a buttplug, if he had them, laying around on that desk. It was a small world with few rules, every thing signifying an action or the suppression of an action, and quite possibly also the thought leading to such an action. It was an environment that denied the existence or necessity of personal creativity and expression, because his day was meant to be busy, and keep him busy, in the name of the company. It was more or less liked any office he’d ever worked in, and it confirmed Nicholas’ belief that he could predict the next five years, apart from the human relationships, which also filled this place and brought it to life, against the odds prescribed by the rules catalogue.