Last Day

Originally posted on MSPA by Stickmeister.

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>Probably helping some guy who has a phobia of front desks but still needs to see a receptionist about something.

That's funny, but no, she's just delivering something to Marketing.

>On her period. AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME!

...Suddenly you consider not listening to the voices in your head.

>She's watching the security feed with the Janitor, most likely.

Nope, the Janitor's right over there, mopping. Thinking the Janitor would have a security feed is silly, why would he need one? Janitors are a strange species. Cleaning the messes they did not make with tools they did not create for a modest pay, making very little interactions with his co-workers. Definitely not as fun as being a receptionist at the front desk.



You deliver the papers to the Marketing department when something strikes you as a little funny. It's sort of bugging you, nagging at you in the back of your head. You stop to consider it for a moment...



There's something strange going on. Something...



This room is boring as hell.

It's just desks and computers in a drab grey and black color. The receptionist desk is much brighter and comfier. Nice little red chairs with many plants, carpeting, portraits, bright lights and such! It's a quaint little room that brings a very nice atmosphere to the company you're representing. If the rest of the building isn't like that, then what's the point? Surely it can't be pleasant to be working on an environment with drab furnishing.

Your mother was a stickler about something called "Fung Shway" that you never really understood as a kid. You're not sure if you even understand it now. You thought it looked dumb all the time and wanted to rearrange things, but she always told you no, she was the only one who could do it or else you'll grow up "disharmonious" or something. You could have done better, you think.

You just like talking to people in a well designed room.