The Buzzword Economy

My name is Jett. I make $19.47 an hour at a company that does something. I've been temp-to-perm for eleven months, emphasis on the temp. Someone stole my turkey sandwich—the one I assembled that morning with the quiet reverence of a man who has nothing else—and because I stayed late to mourn it, I discovered that Pentacore Solutions runs a night shift nobody talks about. Now I'm labeling boxes full of products that shouldn't exist, blacking out at my desk, and generating corporate buzzwords in my sleep. Literally. My employee ID is 7734 and my check engine light has been on since March. This is my story. It's not a good one.