Craig O'Rion: Office Scapegoat
When ambition meets abuse, a harried employee fights to stay gruntled.
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Craig figured he was shooting for the stars when he moved to a mid-size city and began working for a mid-size firm that imagined themselves as an offbrand-offshoot of Silicon Valley. Web 4.0. Escalating stock options. No health insurance, no 401(k), but there was a caveat: Craig O’Rion loved table tennis.
And PrimalStar LLC had two tables.
The deal was sealed. Although Craig had no girlfriend, and just one suit, he emanated ambition. And was ready to show the Tri-County Metro Area just what Craig O’Rion was all about from day one.
DAY ONE
Hey O’Rion! When you’re done being useless, could you shred these god damn papers?!? God DAMMIT O’RION!
Day one was bloodsport. Craig clocked out at 6:35 PM. Lucky to be alive.
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