Monday, October 3, 2016

Microstory 421: Floor 22 (Part 1)

I don’t understand what I’m still doing here. I know for a fact that I had nothing to do with our so-called “defective” products. I mean, I had everything to do with them, but I’m not convinced that there is anything wrong with them. Any number of variables could have been responsible for those deaths. I can design the most perfect window in the world, but those designs have to be implemented correctly. Some idiot programmer could have input the wrong data, or a machinist could have calibrated the machines backwards. The installers, which are contracted out to other companies depending on geographic region, obviously could have made mistakes. If it were truly a design flaw, then wouldn’t this be happening all across the country, to everyone who bought our products? These are just a few isolated incidents. The owners, or the ones that died could have been using the windows wrong too. Ya know, they’re not designed to be leaned up against. And you cant throw heavy things at them either. Im not saying that’s what happened, I really don’t know, but that certainly could have been the case. Is anyone looking into that? Is anybody investigating, or do they just assume that it’s my fault? I can’t take this anymore. I keep coming into work, waiting to be fired, or at least reprimanded, but there’s been nothing. I wonder if they’re doing this to torture me. Perhaps they have some legal reason for letting this wait, but I can’t think of what that might be. Or maybe this delay is designed to get me to squirm, and then squeal. Well, I won’t do it. I refuse to take the fall for this. I’ve not contacted a lawyer for fear of appearing guilty, but maybe I ought to. Either way, I have the truth on my side. So send in the big bad corporate lawyers. I’m ready for anything. Or maybe I should just jump.

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