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Manager Man
Manager Man
Manager Man
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Manager Man

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In the fifth episode of the series, we're once again back at the 1kYears HQ in MMA to watch brave Pandur, a novice ghost manager, struggle with the demands of his job and family life. And it's raining a lot, on top.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTroim Kryzl
Release dateJul 30, 2018
ISBN9780463357378
Manager Man
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Troim Kryzl

Not providing a photograph and writing under a pen name for professional reasons. Please refer to my website and LinkedIn profile for as many details as can be made available under my current career circumstances.Mastodon: @troim@cybre.space

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    Manager Man - Troim Kryzl

    Manager Man

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    Copyright 2018 Troim Kryzl

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    Splash. Pandur stepped straight into a pothole, wetting the right leg of his pinstriped pants. All the way up to the knee. Disgusting. He’s very sure there was no pothole in this spot yesterday. He always crosses the street between the two high rises, at the level of the disfigured logo on the faded malaria prevention billboard. There used to be no pothole. Must have been washed out over the last couple of hours, with all that rain struggling to flow off.

    Splashing along on a sidewalk covered heel deep in brown water, Pandur contemplates the purchase of muck boots. Not exactly the fashionable option. But they would keep his feet dry. Currently, he makes do with his old black shoes. Wears them for the commute, without socks, and changes into dry footwear on arrival. That’s the tried and tested approach, as practiced by many office jocks. Makes you look business at all times while sparing you hours of soggy squeaking. Wet weather is no excuse for bad style.

    Pandur can’t help being aware of the issues associated with this approach. There‘s stuff in that water. It has been to places. Last week, at the clinic, while waiting for his wife Gahi, short for Lingahili, to get one more ultrasound done, Pandur observed a female doctor. Arriving for her shift in the fullest of seasonal attires, she put on surgical gloves to take off her gum boots. Surgical gloves! This really makes you aware, how much you don’t want that water going after your toes. Walking the rain is like stepping into a latrine. You smell the issue, too.

    Closing his umbrella under the roof shielding the entrance, Pandur experiences a flash of workday joy. The glass front door opens automatically. As it should, by design. More often than not, you‘re left to push. The building does of course have its own power supply. That kind of infrastructure is mandatory. For any Mehut Metropolitan Area office block, not just the headquarters of an IT company. No one wants their computers subjected to the vagaries of MMA Power&More. The recently rebranded state utility never reliably delivers whatever it says in its name. In MMA, 24/7 business requires a generator. This building is well equipped, could light up a whole village. But generator power is only available inside the offices. Not for the front door, or the elevators. Lights in the stair case and the car park, that‘s all you get, at the shared level.

    With the outer door sliding open all by itself, the two guards inside look very professional. Today, they just stand there, observing how the electronic inner gate dutifully snaps back in response to the waved access cards. Clack. Clack. Clack. Much more dignified than their usual role, to pull the barrier open by means of an attached bar. No physical action also leaves them less crumpled. This scene looks just like an office routine out of an overseas movie. Minus the white folks.

    Pretty good start, for a Tuesday. With a spring in his soggy step, Pandur walks to the elevator. He‘s proven right in principle. When there is mains power, the elevator is on. Unfortunately, its activity currently consists of nothing more helpful than an endless loop text displayed where the progress along the levels should feature. It states: „Power intermittency alarm - Maintenance has been informed - Please use the stairs."

    Having worked in this building for three years already, Pandur checks his wallet on his way up. Choanna will organize an office bet. The principle is simple: You bet for or against the elevator technician. Does he make it here ahead of the next power cut? If he does, the elevator will get reset and become available, allowing for secondary bets: For how many days? Only full days count. Pleasant little game. The jackpot can add up to an extra outing.

    By the time he passes the fifth floor, Pandur recalls he most probably won‘t meet Choanna. They’re no longer colleagues. Not in the sense of a shared function. He moved on five weeks ago. From his tiny cubicle in client acquisition to a more spacious one in ghost management. One level up, in the building and on the pay scale.

    The role still feels very novel. A bit intimidating. Even though he strongly denies any such contempt whenever Gahi inquires how he’s doing.

    It was an obvious career move to make. They’ll need his raise, once their first child is on its way. It‘s sure to happen any day now. After so many false alarms, the expectation does feel slightly surreal. But they‘re healthy adults doing what it takes. Babies there will be.

    They agreed for Gahi to pause her career as a hair braider. To raise two kids. Or three. They‘re open minded, about the exact target number. Regardless of the gender of the first-born, of course. They’re a modern metropolitan couple, immune to prejudice. Boys or girls, both are welcome. A mix, that would be neat. A boy, followed by a girl.

    Like on this parity poster, on the door to the technical floor. Guy nerd and lady nerd, with devices. 1kYears is such a modern company. They even employ lady technicians. Go out of their way to recruit

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