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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:44 pm
Journals of LabTech722 
Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
1:05 pmI'm getting a little scared. The little green bunny that G CORP gave me is missing. crying I've searched everywhere for him and he's no where to be found. crying
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:45 pm
Journals of LabTech 126  [October 20, 2004]I should have known I'd get in trouble for posting that. Well... I'm not in trouble yet, but Gambino has been in the Lab five times already today, and he keeps giving 912 and I looks like he knows what is going on. But, even so, he never stays for very long, and the last time he was here, he mentioned something about a huge shipment that he had to handle, and ran off like there was something on fire somewhere. I hope not. They are so security "concious" here that the fire extinguishers are locked to the wall, so if there was a fire, we wouldn't ba able to fight it. And once and for all, all these rumors about me and a 12 foot purple boa are true. But, it's not purple, it's normal colored. and it's not 12 feet long, it's 13 feet long, damnit. That extra foot is important. You see, it was only an 11 foot boa when we got it, and now it's grown 2 feet, not one.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:45 pm
Journals of LabTech 138  Wednesday, October 20, 2004
1:34 PMI'm starting to find LabTech247 kinda gross to be around. stressed His stubble is starting to poke through the company-issued antiviral masque and the lines in his beady eyes are redder than my mug. I don't think he is getting much sleep. He's starting to smell like LabTech101's green bunny. (Where is Grunny, anyway?) (Edit: I just realized that he's starting to smell like LabTech957 too. LabTech957 smells ALL the time. gonk ) When I asked him about getting some shut-eye, he scoffed at me, "Rest? There's no time for rest when it's vital that research must be conducted for the growth of our great corporation!" I'm so glad my desk is all the way on the other side of the room from him. eek
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:46 pm
Journal of LabTech 101  Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
2:15 pmWhen I got back from lunch, I noticed that there was a big iron door blocking the door to the lab. My boss 247 was scratching his head as I approached him. He appeared to be thinking about something. So I asked him what had happened and he told me that the G CORP janitorial staff was doing spring cleaning. That's so nice of them! I LOVE WORKING FOR G CORP! heart I kinda spilled some coffee on my desk yesterday and then today, they send in a WHOLE team to clean it up! Talk about NICE!! I also asked 247 if he had seen my bunny. He told me that Grunny(so I liked to call him) was homesick and that he wanted to be with his family. He assured me that Grunny was in a better place now. I will miss Grunny, but I understand where he is coming from. I really missed my family when I started working here too. crying Anyways, it would be selfish of me to keep him from his family. sweatdrop Oh, I better find 722 to thank him. Earlier, I saw him with one of the janitors, so he must've totally helped out with the spring cleaning! The people here are soo NICE! I LOVE working in a SECRET UNDERGROUND TEST FACILITY!! heart
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:47 pm
Journals of LabTech722 Wednesday, October 20, 2004 2:16 PMWe had to evaculate the level a few minutes ago. Something about toxic fumes in the lab from a spill. Fortunately the ventilation ducts cleaned up the room in about 10 minutes so we didn't have to wait long before going back to work. I was in the lunchroom, playing craps with the janitor when it happened so all of this information is second hand from what I overheard. (I was on my break, so I had every right to be away from my desk). Anyway, by the time I got back to my lab-bench everything was cleaned up so maybe the spill never actually happened. In fact, I'm pretty sure nothing happened. Besides, most of the chemicals we work with are pretty benign, so why would we need to evacuate the level?
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:48 pm
Journals Of LabTech 062  Wednesday, October 20, 2004 @ 3:44PM25 years with G Corp and I've never seen such commotion in the facilities. All the new hires, new equipment, new cages... it's too much like the incident 4 years ago. Nah, I shouldn't think about that. Just another 2 weeks and it'll all be over. Me and Julia are finally going to have some quality time together. It's great that I'm assigned to this new facility in Gambino so I can have more free time to plan for my vacation and shop for our new house. I cannot thank G Corp enough for their wonderful pension plan. Well, after all I've been the most senior and trusted member of G Corp. They better keep me happy if they want to keep my mouth shut. Not like I would spill the beans about their dirty little secrets anyways. Nobody need to know, nobody should know... it's too disturbing for anyone to hear.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:48 pm
Journals of LabTech722 Wednesday, October 20, 2004 3:45 PM LabTech957 invited me to a party at his house. Don't know how to tell him I don't want to go. He is always blathering on about conspiracies and how people are out to get him. Plus, when I asked him if there was going to be online poker, he said something about disapproving of gambling and that it was just another way for Big Brother to keep tabs on you. That's ridiculous. I mostly play in all the underground spots where they don't even have security cameras. When I'm online, I make sure to use a stolen credit card. xp (BTW, I wish 957 would shower or something. He really stinks!)
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:49 pm
Journals of LabTech 247  Wednesday, October 20, 2004 @ 4:15 PMMy lack of a cot is starting to get to me. I've been going since yesterday non-stop, and at some point, I am going to have to sleep; I mean there isn't a way to work without sleeping, is there? I should find out.
I had to come clean with LabTech101 about his rabbit. And by clean, I mean I had to tell him a lie. What would you have told him? You put a weird mutated bunny in the furnace in order to erase traces of your experiment failing? Right, so I lied to him and spun some story about how the bunny went to a happy place or whatever. He bought it though, and I can probably use this to my advantage. Maybe I will promise LabTech101 a new Grunny in exchange for him stealing some vials from sublevel 25. You see, unlike the corporate ladder, on a "lab ladder", the more important you are, the farther down you get to go. I bet they have some interesting things down there that could hasten my cellular research without killing more of our test animals.
I also figured out why my cylcotronic accelerator isn't working, the fuse is gone! Gambino installed a fuse with gold connectors for reliability. "The experiment can't fail," he told me. But now, with the fuse gone, how am I going to finish this? I'll have to start asking the other lab techs. Every lab tech that is, except LabTech957.
LabTech957 is the most non G Corp Team Player out of our entire group! All he ever does is listen to bad music, slack off, and complain. I heard he was planning a party this weekend, and he didn't bother to even extend an invitation to me. Well, fine, I say. I'll just make sure to assign something very important to be done that weekend for anyone who wants to go. That will teach LabTech957 not only to invite me next time, but to not monopolize our technician's time. Weekends are valuable to our research! You can't waste them at some "Internet Party"!
Ever since I took care of the technician next to me, I've had an extra desk to work with, a corner desk no less! My productivity has been so high lately Gambino is bound to notice! I'm doing three times the work LabTech013 could have ever done!
And when LabTech062 retires on November 2, I will be in the perfect position to take over the sublevel 29 team. And then we can all work to make a better G Corp!
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:52 pm
Journals of LabTech 123  Wed Oct 20, 2004 4:50pmWow, INTERNET! I feel dumb not knowing too much about INTERNET. redface Thanks LabTech101 for assembling all the necessary parts for me! Still feel some sort of guilty looking at INTERNET at work. Gambino will definitely not like it. But hey who cares, I'm setting my INTERNET private, he'll not see it. Hahahah xd
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:53 pm
Journals of LabTech722 Wednesday, October 20, 2004 5:35 PMToday, before leaving work I stopped by the staff lounge for a friendly game of Texas Hold'em with 062. He is retiring in a week or two and I wanted him to have a fun time before he left. He said he didn't know how to play poker and didn't seem that interested in playing, but said he was game for a hand or two. I taught him the ropes and he seemed to catch on quickly. He seemed like a real nice guy, so I was taking it easy on him ... even though I swear there were a few times when I thought I caught him using the mechanic's grip. (Maybe 957's paranoia is rubbing off on me). I was up about 20 g, (small-time game, just for fun, ya know?) and i caught a hand where I knew I stood more than a good chance to catch a straight flush. He was representing pocket kings or a straight draw or something. I forget exactly. When he mumbled something about beginner's luck I got suspicious. I mucked the hand but when he showed me his cards I knew something was up. I started counting cards just to see if I could catch 062 short-stacking the deck. He always seemed to catch these great hands while I kept on coming up short. Suddenly this siren went off. A voice over the loud-speaker said, "RETURN TO YOUR WORKSTATIONS IMMEDIATELY! SECURITY LEVEL ONE HAS BEEN BREACHED. PLEASE WAIT AT YOUR POST UNTIL G CORP SECURITY VERIFIES YOUR CREDENTIALS." I went back to my desk and played it cool until I was validated and let off my shift. But I was so hopping mad I can't even remember who came by to look at my credentials! I swear there were cards missing from that deck. In 6 hands I never saw the jack or queen of diamonds show up. Is 062 just another rounder trying to pass himself as a fish?! I know he had those diamonds up his sleeve. Now I am really gunning for 062's graveyard position. I don't even care if he loses his precious pension plan. I am going to get him fired. By the way, thanks to all the friends who staked me for tonight. I will pay you back with my winnings. I'm not the kind of guy to forget a favor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:54 pm
Journal of LabTech 101
Wednesday, October 20th, 2004
6:06 pmMy boss 247 told me to bring one of the new shipment containers to the lab. This thing was pretty heavy. I was about to load it onto the forklift, but 957 told me he was going to take it home to finish setting up his Homer Infernut Table. Good thing I've got a strong back. I get it from my mom. Anyways, I kind of underestimated the weight of the container and so, I was stumbling the whole way. While I was carrying it down to the stairwell, I noticed the light on the elevator door turned green when I got near. eek I remember that whenever 247 or 062 walks by the elevator doors that the light turns green! I must've gotten a promotion! heart So as I stumbled towards the door, it opened and I stepped in. Imagine my surprise as I fell forward into an empty shaft! eek It was SOOOO FUN!! Like barreling down the tunnels of one of those water parks when I was 7. domokun I must've descended about 10 levels before the shaft finally shot me out into this area I had never been in before. It was lit with all green lights, and there were gigantic tubes filled with neon colored liquids. As I got closer, I noticed that there were all kinds of different pets floating in the tubes. eek As I stepped closer, suddenly, the room turned red and a loud siren went off! "GET BACK TO YOUR PLAYSTATIONS IMMEDIATELY! SENORITY LEVEL ONE HAS BEEN REACHED. PLEASE WAIT TO POST UNTIL G CORP SENORITY VERIFIES YOUR DENTURES." (whatever that means) At that point, a bunch of men in black, padded suits came into the room. One of them knocked me in the head with a black, wooden stick. That wasn't very nice. crying They asked me what I was doing in here, andI told them I was just moving the large container to the lab and got lost. One of the other men yelled at me, saying something like,"YEH RIGHT you lousy piece of--" But, at that moment, my boss 247 came in and told the bad men to go away. I was on the verge of tears at this moment and I asked 247 why they were keeping pets in here. He told me that this place was where the rich pets sleep and that these men are paid to guard them and that they are very protective of the pets because of this. That is so cool! I wish I had people to guard me like this when I go to sleep. When I go to sleep at home, I'm afraid of the monsters underneath my bed. But yeah, 247 told me that I shouldn't come down here anymore for my own good. I agree. My head still hurts a bit. I could use some coffee right about now and maybe some marshmallows. I wonder where I left my cup of coffee?
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:55 pm
Journals of LabTech 247 Wednesday, October 20, 2004 @ 9:37 PMI gave up on the fuse. Nobody seems to know where it is. It's no matter though, I can place that research on hold. The shipment arrived today. There were dozens of forklifts, all carrying top secret materials. LabTech722 asked what was in them, and I of course, lied to him. Sure, I know what's in a few of them, but I don't know what was in all of them, as I so curtly told him. I did, however, get my box and have started looking through the contents. The confidential documents were amazing! G Corp is on the verge of something amazing and breakthrough, and I'm going to be a part of it!
Wait, no, even better, I will spearhead it! I don't need the other techs on my team! I, and I alone will create the wonder drug of G Corp, and the title and fame will be mine! I'll be moved down to level 41, I'll have my own corner desk (hell, my own corner of the entire floor), a full budget, a seat on the research lab's board, and I may even win an acknowledgement from Mr. Gambino himself!
The other techs can't know about this. I'll have to deal with them. Like Grunny. Let's hope the erase on this works...
I gave up on the fuse. I don't know where it is, but I don't have to worry about it anymore. That project was put on hold for some time, and when we do resume it, I'll just blame the loss on LabTech101. It's not like he's quick enough to defend himself anyway. I'm guessing though, my spark plug ended up with my cot- I'm starting to think management didn't take it after all. But then, where could it be? I could really use some sleep- even if it is under my desk. Productivity is still number one for me, but some other things seem to have become, how you say, number 0.5. Sleep is important, as I'm going to need my wits about me.
I took some time to write a suggestion to management regarding the clearance cards available. I've noticed LabTech957 coming in late- slacker that he is. He came in this morning complaining about having to take the stairs and that he wasn't authorized to use the elevators. So, I filled out a FRSM - 80 (Form Request: Suggestion to Management) that we enable Elevator Shaft access for employees and close down the stairwells. They don't need the elevators, the elevator shaft is a perfectly direct line. And besides, it will help keep them productive since it will be such a huge effort to leave. We can be even MORE productive for G Corp!
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:56 pm
Journals of LabTech912  [October 20th, 2004]Thank you to everyone who gave me such nice compliments about my LabCoat. I'm beginning to come around to liking it. but, the pants... such an ugly color. crying
Oh My! We just had our first fire drill since I started here. At least I think it was a drill. They would have probably used a louder siren if it was real, right? Even so, it was pretty intense with all those guards running around, and telling us where to evacuate to. I'm not sure that I liked the fact that they all had guns though. That was a bit scary, but I kinda understand why Mr. Gambino has the guards carry them. Terrorists. And hackers. And bad bad evil men who would try to steal the things that we're working on. sweatdrop
... Not that we're working on anything special. Uh Oh. The boa is acting up again, I gotta run. eek
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:57 pm
Journals Of LabTech 062 Thurssday, October 21, 2004 @ 5:44AMStrange order came in today. They want experiment #410039 to be injected to a dead rabbit. What good with that do? Oh well, orders are orders. It's not like anything matters anymore, it's better to wrap up experiment #410042 before my retirement. I can't believe how far we've gotten with this experiment though, the regeneration rate was fantastic! Heard 957's got a pretty spiffy Home Internet Theatre. I can't wait to install one of my own once we get our new house! heart
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:57 pm
Journals of LabTech722 Thursday, October 21, 2004 8:10 AMThis morning when I arrived at work (only a few minutes after 7 AM) I was immediately escorted to Mr. Gambino's office by an armed security guard. Was itabout my tardiness? I was only a few minutes late. Surely Mr. Gambino wouldn't fire me for being a few minutes late it . I thought of LabTech013 and shivered. I was in poor shape. My clothes were wrinkled from sleeping in them and I felt fuzzy and disoriented. Last night did not go well at the casino table. Bad beat, after bad beat saw my stack of chips melt in front of me until I found myself going all in on a dead hand with a 3 of clubs and a 7 of diamonds and no help from the river cards. I'm not sure what happened ... I am such a controlled, disciplined player. Anyway, I don't want to talk about it. I lost over 80,000 g last night. That always puts me in a bad mood. Mr. Gambino stood up from his desk when I walked in. "Come IN!", he said to me, his booming voice echoing in the cavernous office. He had a very unnerving grin on his face. "Uhhh, Mr. Gambino, sir, what can I do for you?", I asked. "No, its more like .... WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU, BWAAAHAAAHAA. Heard about your run of bad luck at my casino last night. Tough break, kid. Sometimes, the cards just don't go your way, eh? In fact, from what I hear, you've had nothing but bad luck with cards since you started working for me. " Mr. Gambino shuffled through some papers at his desk. "Have a seat, son", he told me. I sat across from him on the tiny stool in front of his desk. He towered over me, still standing. "In fact, It looks like you are in debt by almost 900 thousand gold, now ... that's not good, 722. And it reflects very poorly on me. I can't have people saying I employ gambling addicts and scam artists at G Corp. I have enough Public Relations scandals, er, I mean issues .... look, what I mean is, you need to get a handle on this problem!" "Oh, it's under control sir," I told him nervously. "Its all but taken care of ... tonight I am going to make it all back and with that money I can --" "722, you are more pathetic than my own son Gino. Now stop quivering over there and listen to me!" Mr. Gambino's face grew stern. "Tell you what I'm gonna do," he said. "Since I am THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN GAIA, I am going to do you a huge favor ...". Mr. Gambino took a long drag on his cigar while I twitched nervously. "I sent one of my men out to consolidate all of your outstanding debt. No need to thank me, I'm happy to do it. I always take care of employees who are loyal to G Corp." I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you", I said. "If there is any way I can repay you ...". "Yes ... Lets both think about how you can repay me", he interrupted. "I know there is no financial way for you to pay me back ... but maybe we can work out some sort of ... arrangement." "Of course, sir! I mean, I could work late nights at the facility, or pick up a graveyard shift here or there. Whatever it takes, Mr. Gambino." "No. That's not exactly what I had in mind." Mr. Gambino took out a sheet of company letterhead from his desk drawer and began scribbling. "No, I think I know just what you can do for me ... something a little more ... experimental." He smiled wildly, almost maniacally as he folded up the stationary into an envelope and sealed it. "Take this to LabTech247. He will tell you how you can repay me." I sat trembling in my seat, locked into a trance. "NOW!" Mr. Gambino's fist pounded the desk. I lurched up out of my seat. "Of course, sir! Right away. Consider it done. Whatever you need --", I stammered. "OUT!" He thrust the letter into my hands and pointed to the door.
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