Walnut shells have nothing on Legos. But of course, walnut shells would go along with the “extirpation” theory. We know that it involves walnuts, but no one has ever said what part of the walnuts it involves.
Never delivery, no calls from outside the office, that labtop they’ve got hooked up looks more advanced then anything I’ve ever seen a company -willingly- purchase (I mean, fair’s fair, it just had to be more advanced then, from the 90s).
I mean, outside of the pit of rusty spikes, overall an upgrade. You might even be able to sell me on the spikes, as multiple instances of the jobs I’ve worked at before are at places with high infection risks ANYWAY.
I was going to say, there really doesn’t seem to be much difference between this and other businesses. Well, maybe the food delivery is a bonus, and they don’t have to listen to other people’s conversations, but other than that . . .
Given that they’ve been known to extirpate people for poor shoe tying (IIRC), this may be just the equivalent of being forced to attend a sensitivity training class.
It was all that weekend volunteer work at Skin Horse. Or maybe it was all that android smuggling. Or maybe helping Sergio escape. Or maybe Mr. Green just got too jealous of her outside relationships.
So, two questions about ordering in comes to mind. One, how does to poor delivery guy get passed the spikes? Two, how does he get the food up to the higher hanging “offices”?
Delivery hands off to Security, Security calls Maintenance, Maintenance breaks out the ladders they used to hang the cages in the first place, employees in the hotseat get their food. Simple, for A-Sig’s definition of “simple”.
Clearly they just keep sending out new requests until the delivery peoples’ corpses form a walkway to their cages.
They probably even have an App that calculates and sends out the correct number of orders and automatically applies for refunds on the “undelivered” orders …
Well. Guess we know what Nick’s doing this weekend.
At least it’s not extirpation.
Are you sure? We never did find out exactly what that involves.
Walnuts (or so rumor has it.)
We know it involves walnuts and shae butter, but we don’t know what ELSE it involves.
What *is* that stuff they’re hanging over? Molten lava? Boiling blood?
Pit of rusty spikes I think.
This.
If the punctures don’t get you, the gangrene will.
Could be a sea of walnut shells. Those things are murder to step on accidentally.
Walnut shells have nothing on Legos. But of course, walnut shells would go along with the “extirpation” theory. We know that it involves walnuts, but no one has ever said what part of the walnuts it involves.
Meh. I’ve had worse workspaces. Seriously, I have.
LOL.
I know, right? My boss never lets me order delivery.
Never delivery, no calls from outside the office, that labtop they’ve got hooked up looks more advanced then anything I’ve ever seen a company -willingly- purchase (I mean, fair’s fair, it just had to be more advanced then, from the 90s).
I mean, outside of the pit of rusty spikes, overall an upgrade. You might even be able to sell me on the spikes, as multiple instances of the jobs I’ve worked at before are at places with high infection risks ANYWAY.
I was going to say, there really doesn’t seem to be much difference between this and other businesses. Well, maybe the food delivery is a bonus, and they don’t have to listen to other people’s conversations, but other than that . . .
Ah… One of those new/old open office floor plans I see.
Given that they’ve been known to extirpate people for poor shoe tying (IIRC), this may be just the equivalent of being forced to attend a sensitivity training class.
Or spit polishing with actual spit, or warming the polish, or wearing flip-flops instead. And that’s just the shoe portion of the dress code.
At least they don’t appear to be forced to hot desk.
It was all that weekend volunteer work at Skin Horse. Or maybe it was all that android smuggling. Or maybe helping Sergio escape. Or maybe Mr. Green just got too jealous of her outside relationships.
Some how, believe was asking “How come?” as in “What did you do?” rather than “How can you tell?”
I thought she was volunteering at Skin horse now? Or did her company finally call her back in?
So, two questions about ordering in comes to mind. One, how does to poor delivery guy get passed the spikes? Two, how does he get the food up to the higher hanging “offices”?
I hope they remember to tip him well! ^_~
Delivery hands off to Security, Security calls Maintenance, Maintenance breaks out the ladders they used to hang the cages in the first place, employees in the hotseat get their food. Simple, for A-Sig’s definition of “simple”.
Yeah. Pretty sure the delivery guy doesn’t even get inside the building.
They have a giant genetically engineered owl to fly the delivery person over to the cages (delivery person losses now down to 30%!)
Um … this is Ansigma we are discussing, right?
Clearly they just keep sending out new requests until the delivery peoples’ corpses form a walkway to their cages.
They probably even have an App that calculates and sends out the correct number of orders and automatically applies for refunds on the “undelivered” orders …
It’s what I would do.
Also I suppose Dr. Lee doesn’t want to hear about Nick’s thrilling side quests, either…
I actually think she would. She genuinely seems to like listening to Nick talk about his day and his interests.
Rereading this and, gosh that pit looks even more dire than it did the first time.
Reminds me a little bit of the new Super Mario movie.