| Progress Report #001 |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
Asok made his CFUD entrance.
In the course of the post Asok:
- Met fellow employees, Lemina, Cagalli and Athrun who was kind enough to tell Asok about the camp.
- Met Wolfwood who Asok is not at all sure what to make of. He is definitely more senior, but he was kind enough to give Asok the directions to the bathroom. Perhaps he is a janitor?
- Met his boss, Minashiro Soushi. Pummelled himself with his tiny fists awhile.
- Received his first assignment from Rey.
- Was reduced to incoherence and stupour by the presence of an attractive female, eg. Eva, and the advances of the Audience.
- Decided that Kazahaya must be either senior management or a secretary from his attitude.
-Managed a few minutes of conversation with Buffy before his metabolism failed. |
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| #000 |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|08:53 pm] |
Progress Report #000
According to the directives of my assignment, I arrived at our competition’s employee training facility. I spent several hours wading through swamp and forest and avoiding the crocodiles. Clearly, some sort of self-determination exercise was involved.
Just as I’d given up any hope that my tiny legs would carry me any further, a cluster of ill-smelling beings shambled out of the forest and into my path. Their skin was grey, the speech patterns irregular and their personal hygiene foul beyond belief; I knew them at once to be engineers. They welcomed me at once as one of their own, and we held an impromptu brain-storming session in a nearby clearing.
My hopes that the secrets of their employee training would be revealed to me were sadly misplaced, as the
meeting consisted solely of the word ‘braaaaaains’ repeated ad nauseum. While a definite improvement to
the last meeting I attended, I am puzzled at the reasoning behind it. Possibly some kind of positive
reinforcement regime? The other trainees became irate when I brought up the possibility of donuts and after
seeing them feast on the still bleeding flesh of a salesman unlucky enough to fall into their path, I
came to the conclusion that they are, in fact, zombies. I fear what impact such an unorthodox
training regime could have on our department. While the obvious cost benefits of a staff of zombies is
great, and the saving on life insurance and sick days worth considering, I fear that the odour would drive
away our clientale, and a taste for human flesh something that really should not be transmitted to
management.
Turning down the trainees offer of company, I have elected to spend the night in this tree, where I shall
endaevour to review the team building and inter-personal communication strategies we studied,
and hopefully prevent myself from joining the legions of undead. |
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