Every day blurred together to be much the same, save for Becky falling victim to corporate phishing that one time. I had been at Technix for two weeks now, and this was what I had to say about all the red tape, gatekeepers, and requirements to get this job—all that was pointless. Anyone could do this job. Ember, who only graduated high school, could do this job. Joanna could learn to do this job. Hell, even boneheaded Sage could do this job. That thought made me bitter and a little resentful.
Correction: anyone could *learn* to do this job.
Let's be real. If you didn't have the internet, you would have gotten fired by now.
