The certificate mocked her from its place on the wall. Vicky had pinned it up there as soon as they were back from the meeting. ‘Employee of the Month’. She wished she didn’t have to look at it but Vicky kept smiling at her, pleased that one of her team had won. She didn’t want to take this away from Vicky, they never won anything.
She still resented winning though. Hated the polite clapping as she had gone to the front of the meeting to shake her manager’s hand and receive her certificate and gift voucher. She didn’t know most of the people in the room and most of them didn’t know her, or care who she was. The people on her team were the only people she saw most days. Very occasionally some other worker would shuffle past their office and she’d catch a glimpse of their sad face. Going past their office usually meant they weren’t coming back the other way.
She hadn’t chosen to work in that place, she most certainly didn’t want the job, but it was all she could get. She’d left uni full of dreams and promise, yet 9 months later, no job prospects except for this. She needed her freedom, needed to get out of her parents’ house. So she took it. HR Administrator. It sounded boring enough when she didn’t know that Resources really meant.
She had the unenviable task of looking over the employee files, seeing who was the least productive, least hardworking, most prone to sick days or lateness. She would flag them for a meeting with a HR Manager. If they didn’t improve, well, that was when they shuffled past their office to the Human Resources Head Office. They never left that office the same way they went in.
They would scream sometimes. She could hear them through the walls.
There were four of them in the office, plus their team leader, and of all of them she was apparently the best at her job. She was the best at condemning fellow workers to being recycled; bodies burned for energy, blood forcibly extracted for the hospitals. Worst of all, they were used as food for the other workers. No one knew this except for HR. They all brought their own lunches to work and avoided the office lunch room. No one had ever asked them why.
And she was the best at her job.
She sighed and went back to the monthly stats, analysing their productivity levels, deciding who might need a meeting or warning email.
Employee of the fucking Month.
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