(very very short fantasy script woven out of this stress-saturated air)
Episode 1: F.F. means “For the Firm”
Scene 1: in the office (where else?), staff work area, one hour before lunch break
LEI (buried under dusty flipcharts on the floor beside her desk, gasping for breath) :
Must… find… answers… (gasp)… mommy…
RIC (happily typing away in her beat up Dell, maniacal grin on her face) :
Must organize files! Lookie! I have them all arranged chronologically!
TONY (pretending to be giving a presentation, making wild hip hop gestures) :
Yo wassup?! Load curtailment, fool! That is the question! Wassup, fool?! Wassup?!
RIC (turns to Tony, maniacal grin still on her face) :
My files! They’re bee-yoo-ti-ful!!
(then looks down at Lei, maniacal grin on her face even bigger) :
A structured filing system is the answer!!
LEI (fighting off flipcharts, not quite winning) :
No, it’s the end… must… find… notes… (gurgling sounds)
TONY (stares at RIC, his eyes suddenly large) :
It’s over! Workload analysis, fool! Wassup widjoo?! Wassup?!
ALDWIN (suddenly appears in the work area, jubilant smile on his face) :
Lunch time! Lunch time!
LEI, RIC and TONY jerk their heads in Aldwin’s direction, their eyes large.
Ten seconds of silence. Then black out.
Scene 2: in the office, staff work area, end of the day
LEI (sprawled on the floor beside her desk, strangled by flipcharts, body contorted in irregular angles, eyes wide open)
RIC (hand sticking out from the filing cabinet, a tab with her date of hiring and name taped on her pointer finger)
TONY (crouched under his desk amidst pages of activity charts, chewing on them slowly, giggling in between swallows)
Fade to black. Cue opening chords of Not An Addict by K’s Choice.