fit for a puppet (open)

[santi27]

Charlotte was a very intelligent girl and because she was aided by the loads of creativity she possessed, she had big hopes for herself. She had no intentions of being a factory girl, working in an assembly line day after day, putting pieces together like a mindless drone. Char had dreams that one day she would be a higher up employee, the kind who was valued, irreplaceable and perhaps even had an office of their own. Instead of being the worker she wanted to be the thinker, the idea behind the inventions that the people of district three worked so hard to put together.

Intelligence, creativity, and dreaming however clearly weren’t everything, because Charlie was still there working in the factory just putting things together. She loathed it but at the same time viewed it as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. Charlie would start low and hopefully work her way up. As a result, Char worked quietly without complaining day after day.

Today they had her working on cells phones, also known as the most boring tedious job and one she was more than sure that she could do in her sleep. The machines easily made the cell phone batteries and the phones themselves. It was the putting the batteries into the phones part that she was tasked with doing. Quickly enough, Char fell into a routine. Pick the phone up. Place a battery in. Cover the back. Put the phone back down onto the conveyor belt. It was simple enough.

As she worked however, Charlie couldn’t help but wonder when she would move onto something bigger and better than this. Something more complex that was actually worthy of her thought power because honestly, this job was kind of insulting to her intelligence. Char just hoped that today would be the someday that she heard someone calling her name over the speakers saying she was just promoted to anything really.

[peanutpie]

Adena Jawlotter
Of course, I was rejected to the sock factory. I would probably get another job at it, sometime when they didnt have a couple genuises trying to get a job making socks at an overcrowded, hot, sweaty sock factory that probably contained traces of salmonella poisioning somewhere within the workings of the machinery. Instead, I decided to go and apply for an electronics position. A few before, I was ushered into a small room with a white table, a bundle of electronic parts and a chair.

What the heck was I going to do? A loudspeaker came off, summoning someone to a new position. A sheet of laminated paper on the wall instructed me to take a seat at the table, and follow the direction manual to make a cell phone. I read and tried, finally constructing what seemed like one. I chucked it across the room, not wanting any capitol dweller to get the piece of junk I assembled.

A buzzer went off, and the door clicked open. I walked outside the door, seeing a person waiting for me, i think.

(Shorter than usual post. Sorry!)

[santi27]

There is a psychological concept called the cocktail party affect. Imagined you’re in a crowded room with many people talking, or in this case, a girl who so happens to be named Char in a factory with loud machines not paying any attention at all to the noises. Instead, Charlie was drowning out the surrounding sounds only focusing on her work, yet the second she heard, “Charlotte Hughes” called over the loud speakers, her ears perked up and started listening.

“Charlotte Hughes please report to the job testing room and bring the new employee to the cell phone assembly line.” The voice directed. It wasn’t exactly what Char wanted, but she’d take it. Charlie had to agree that showing a factory newbie around was better then what she was doing now so she would do it without complaints.

Leaving her spot in the assembly line, Char nodded to someone else indicating to take her spot for the moment. Figuring that putting together a cell phone for your first time was a bit hard and would take some time, Charlie took her own time getting to the room walking at a leisurely pace greeting fellow employees as she walked. Finally, when Char got there, the door was still shut, although not for long. Moments later they opened and a girl perhaps a little then Char was there.

“Hello and welcome to the factory.” Char said with little to none enthusiasm. God she probably sounded so stupid saying that but what else do you say to a complete stranger?

meh don't worry about it