It is in the nature of competition based on financial gain to corrupt. To compete is to consume, and to consume we MUST compete; this has become ethos of the world.
Mr Numbers, or Nosferatu, as he’s known on the floor, holds no truck with the day-to-day niceties enjoyed by the common office worker, he being both a champion of the Purchase Order and a man whittled to a phantom by bureaucratic decay.
His non-so-light-hearted nickname pays testament to the expression on his face during those unguarded and solitary office moments when one forgets the presence of others: crossing from one’s own cast-iron cubicle to some meeting room with a head full of immediate concerns.
In moments such as these, etched beneath the black crag of his forehead is a look of bleak horror, his stick-like figure transcribes the peripheral vision of his peers who themselves constitute but one of the components Mr. Numbers’ existential hell.
His non-so-light-hearted nickname pays testament to the expression on his face during those unguarded and solitary office moments when one forgets the presence of others: crossing from one’s own cast-iron cubicle to some meeting room with a head full of immediate concerns.
In moments such as these, etched beneath the black crag of his forehead is a look of bleak horror, his stick-like figure transcribes the peripheral vision of his peers who themselves constitute but one of the components Mr. Numbers’ existential hell.
All-you-can-eat Capitalism
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