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I'm a geek I admit it. I work for a corporation of "geeks" and "glory". I create software programs for them by the day and modify them at night for my own amusement.
I imagine you've heard the term "geek" before and have your own conception of it, maybe you even consider yourself one in a rare moment. Most true "geeks" have an above average intelligence and while exercising that intellect seems to draw criticism from others who don't. This intelligence doesn't make us strange, but it does make us more aware sometimes.
So you ask me, knowing what a "geek" is, what's a "glory"?
It's our own label for someone who would rather steal the credit for and work then do it himself or herself and the perfect place to find them is in a sales position. And that's what this is all about, this story, I mean.
I work hard, creating programs for people to entertain themselves and get paid for it, true. But in my own little world I'd like to hear a "good job" or "well done", not sit and watch that credit go to someone else.
I had watched that credit go too often to the latest and fastest rising star in the Sales office and was getting (to put it mildly) disgusted. She was good looking, long, dark; lean, flashing eyes, teeth and breasts and fast with a comeback. All the qualifications of a perfect salesperson, and a "glory".
"Glory" because with each new creation of mine she would scoop it up and "sell" it, marketing it as her latest and greatest product as it rose to the top of the sales charts. That didn't bother me, someone had to sell it or I wouldn't have a job. What did was the fact her name appeared in large bold letters across each package front and mine appeared in the tiniest print possible on the bottom, rear, left corner.
SftWre Ctr R. Williams2002
It meant software creator Robert Williams 2002, according to her, not being enough room to put my entire name on it.
Well, like most things it rankled me more and more about her until it was ready to blow up and then the new project came along.
The word came down from the top that needed a new program to help people relax, to soothe them in between tasks at a console, a program that would keep them at the desk and not the water bottle. Make them more efficient, more productive and you would make them more money, they reasoned.
“Subliminal messages, mild hypnotic images that would ease the stress and strain and keep you happily working.”
Good idea, I had to admit it from a managerial point of view, keep the ass in the chair and the fingers busy and you made more money. Well long story short I did it. I used a combination of moving screen savers along with music and words from the latest "elevator music" and formed a program that would keep you riveted to your chair watching it day after day.
How? Well to give the trade secret away I used subliminal messages along with a hypnotic pattern in each program. Not the kind you used to actually "see" in the older product advertisements, but the latest and greatest created by the best money can buy software and hardware industry, a triumph if I do say so myself.
Each program was harmless, it actually benefited the watcher, relaxing them and eliminating the side effects of stress, letting them return wanting and willing to their terminals and work.
So what is the point to all this? Back up and look at my ranting about my most UN favorite "glory" and her annoying habits. As usual she took this one and did the same, and I was pissed.
Pissed off enough to do something about it, but not loose my job over it. Oh no, I had a plan and was going to use it. Along with her unscrupulous habits of stealing the credit she had another bad habit, like a lot of us.
The Internet.
She was on it all the time, her one true talent in typing being put to the test daily as she chatted and flirted in site after site, teasing who ever she met and laughing if she broke their hearts. And she got away with it! Explaining to her manager it was how she stayed "in touch" and kept the product moving.
And he fell for it, a smile and a wiggle from her and he walked off convinced he was God, just because his head(s) were in the clouds.
Well it would be her downfall. And I was going to see to it!
Now don't get me wrong. She was no tramp, at least not in public that I knew of. She dressed conservatively enough, the suit and skirts she wore tailored to her lush curves, but covering them, the buttons modestly closed at the proper height. It was "all in the packaging and the presentation", I had heard her say once to a bunch of drooling men, "promise but don't deliver, it keeps them returning again and again".
And with that bit of wisdom I spent more hours of modifying the program until i had it tailored just for her. Stronger colors, more subliminal hints and a hypnotic pattern that had you in less then two seconds.
I packaged it after burning a copy and left it on the corner of my workstation, labeled "PRIVATE" In large, red letters. No one would dare think of touching it, much less looking at it, no one but HER. And that's what I was counting on.
Monday afternoon and she was making the usual rounds, snooping and looking for the next hot program she could steal and she was at my desk, asking.
"What's in the case, Robby? Porno at work?"
I did my best to ignore her and not gloat at the same time, replying.
"Some private work I haven't perfected yet. It's not ready to view, yet"
And off it went, in her greedy hands, her body swinging as she left in gleeful satisfaction as she carted off my latest work.
Little did she realize it would connect her terminal to mine and plant several subliminal commands in her mind, making her open to each and every suggestion I made. The first BIG test. I had suggested she go home and when sleeping, dream of me seducing her repeatedly until she woke. Then as she dressed to put on a much more revealing outfit than usual, consciously unaware of what she wore.
I couldn't wait! I left that night chuckling to myself, looking forward to the next morning with gleeful mirth.
I imagine you've heard the term "geek" before and have your own conception of it, maybe you even consider yourself one in a rare moment. Most true "geeks" have an above average intelligence and while exercising that intellect seems to draw criticism from others who don't. This intelligence doesn't make us strange, but it does make us more aware sometimes.
So you ask me, knowing what a "geek" is, what's a "glory"?
It's our own label for someone who would rather steal the credit for and work then do it himself or herself and the perfect place to find them is in a sales position. And that's what this is all about, this story, I mean.
I work hard, creating programs for people to entertain themselves and get paid for it, true. But in my own little world I'd like to hear a "good job" or "well done", not sit and watch that credit go to someone else.
I had watched that credit go too often to the latest and fastest rising star in the Sales office and was getting (to put it mildly) disgusted. She was good looking, long, dark; lean, flashing eyes, teeth and breasts and fast with a comeback. All the qualifications of a perfect salesperson, and a "glory".
"Glory" because with each new creation of mine she would scoop it up and "sell" it, marketing it as her latest and greatest product as it rose to the top of the sales charts. That didn't bother me, someone had to sell it or I wouldn't have a job. What did was the fact her name appeared in large bold letters across each package front and mine appeared in the tiniest print possible on the bottom, rear, left corner.
SftWre Ctr R. Williams2002
It meant software creator Robert Williams 2002, according to her, not being enough room to put my entire name on it.
Well, like most things it rankled me more and more about her until it was ready to blow up and then the new project came along.
The word came down from the top that needed a new program to help people relax, to soothe them in between tasks at a console, a program that would keep them at the desk and not the water bottle. Make them more efficient, more productive and you would make them more money, they reasoned.
“Subliminal messages, mild hypnotic images that would ease the stress and strain and keep you happily working.”
Good idea, I had to admit it from a managerial point of view, keep the ass in the chair and the fingers busy and you made more money. Well long story short I did it. I used a combination of moving screen savers along with music and words from the latest "elevator music" and formed a program that would keep you riveted to your chair watching it day after day.
How? Well to give the trade secret away I used subliminal messages along with a hypnotic pattern in each program. Not the kind you used to actually "see" in the older product advertisements, but the latest and greatest created by the best money can buy software and hardware industry, a triumph if I do say so myself.
Each program was harmless, it actually benefited the watcher, relaxing them and eliminating the side effects of stress, letting them return wanting and willing to their terminals and work.
So what is the point to all this? Back up and look at my ranting about my most UN favorite "glory" and her annoying habits. As usual she took this one and did the same, and I was pissed.
Pissed off enough to do something about it, but not loose my job over it. Oh no, I had a plan and was going to use it. Along with her unscrupulous habits of stealing the credit she had another bad habit, like a lot of us.
The Internet.
She was on it all the time, her one true talent in typing being put to the test daily as she chatted and flirted in site after site, teasing who ever she met and laughing if she broke their hearts. And she got away with it! Explaining to her manager it was how she stayed "in touch" and kept the product moving.
And he fell for it, a smile and a wiggle from her and he walked off convinced he was God, just because his head(s) were in the clouds.
Well it would be her downfall. And I was going to see to it!
Now don't get me wrong. She was no tramp, at least not in public that I knew of. She dressed conservatively enough, the suit and skirts she wore tailored to her lush curves, but covering them, the buttons modestly closed at the proper height. It was "all in the packaging and the presentation", I had heard her say once to a bunch of drooling men, "promise but don't deliver, it keeps them returning again and again".
And with that bit of wisdom I spent more hours of modifying the program until i had it tailored just for her. Stronger colors, more subliminal hints and a hypnotic pattern that had you in less then two seconds.
I packaged it after burning a copy and left it on the corner of my workstation, labeled "PRIVATE" In large, red letters. No one would dare think of touching it, much less looking at it, no one but HER. And that's what I was counting on.
Monday afternoon and she was making the usual rounds, snooping and looking for the next hot program she could steal and she was at my desk, asking.
"What's in the case, Robby? Porno at work?"
I did my best to ignore her and not gloat at the same time, replying.
"Some private work I haven't perfected yet. It's not ready to view, yet"
And off it went, in her greedy hands, her body swinging as she left in gleeful satisfaction as she carted off my latest work.
Little did she realize it would connect her terminal to mine and plant several subliminal commands in her mind, making her open to each and every suggestion I made. The first BIG test. I had suggested she go home and when sleeping, dream of me seducing her repeatedly until she woke. Then as she dressed to put on a much more revealing outfit than usual, consciously unaware of what she wore.
I couldn't wait! I left that night chuckling to myself, looking forward to the next morning with gleeful mirth.
