Today they put up the surveillance cameras in our
new office
facility,
and I am in the
cross-section between three of
them. None are actually focused on me or my
workstation, but they are not fixed and at anytime
I could look up to find a beady black camera eye
staring at me. The camera network is Joe's baby; they are
digital and all over the place.
The worker putting them up is young, cute. He
sees the look on my face and winks, Yeah,
Hon, this job ain't gonna be fun no more.
My manager jokes about it, he says that
all three will be trained on me, face, profile
and screen. They can't get enough cameras
on you. Joe wants to make sure you're not having
fun.
Joe. Joe Joe Joe. Joe is a friend-slash-boss, how awkward is this? It is getting there, I can feel it coming.
Today? Took my lunch break late, passed Joe
sitting in the reception area. He puts his hand up to his ear, Call me he says. It's dinner, or a walk, or a fake urgent meeting in his office. It is let's just chat. Here comes complication; I can feel it.