exit interview II Lyrics

The DumpCo Tier System is really just about access

But I don't think the people upstairs follow it

Because if I'm Tier 1, and I still don't have any

Direct access to them

I don't know

Me and Chris started like most apparently do

In janitorial, Tier 4

It was boring, but it had a

Routine to it that would

Get you through the day

If you just kept your

Head down and did the work

We got Tier 3 access after two weeks

No fanfare or anything

Just a new number on our access tags

All we really got was access to the break room

And an extra 10 minute "break" tacked on lunch

And I figured I would be Tier 3 pretty much forever

I never had any grand plans here

But they made all four of us Tier 1 at week six

With about as much fanfare and explanation as we

Had gotten with the first upgrade

Ian and Joe were still Tier 4 at the time

Tier 1 gave us access to the entire

Downstairs portion of the DumpCo building

Which included janitorial, break room, garage, and OORT

Which is the Office Of Receipt & Transmittal

It looks a lot like a recording studio

Filled with electronic instruments and keyboards

And buttons and knobs and things of that nature

Tier 1 was also accompanied by 3 hours of

Mandatory OORT time every Wednesday at 5PM

But we got paid time and a half for it

Plus a free dinner, so none of us complained

All we had to do was

Make something happen in that 3 hours

After our first time, we found out that

The headsets they make us wear on the clock

Pipe in the audio of whatever you

Made happen in your last RT session

The first week's playback was mostly

Screeching noises and cerebral

Blips and bloops with no discernible value

So we decided to put some effort in

Just so we'd have something decent to listen to

If we were going to have to wear the

Headphones on the clock

I still find it unsettling that this all

The hasty Tier 1 upgrade

Our first RT session

Happened the same day that that

Belt showed up downstairs

The Wednesday Belt

The Voam Belt

It's hard for me to

See them as unrelated

Because there was

Something extra in the OORT

There always is

I can't put my

Finger on what it is

Maybe what it is

Can't be understood

By someone like me

But I know what I feel

And when I'm in there

I don't know

I'm not fully ME

I'm not gone exactly

But it's like I'm

Sharing my existence

Somehow

Like

Something

Else

Is

Coming

Through

Me

But

Also

With

Me

And I can't stop thinking about it