Edward

Edward had been working overtime for the sixteenth day straight (over weekends), and he lacked sleep and energy to do anymore "brain work" tonight. He thought to go home, but it was still one hour away, according to the company policy, before he qualifies for the overtime transport allowance, so he thought he might as well wait and then he would go home on a taxi cab. In the meantime, he decided to do some filing and went to shred away his unwanted documents. It's a good time since there was nobody around to annoy with the noise.

Ah, it's quite therapeutic... to just destroy copies of the paper and data reports that he spent nights and weekends preparing for nobody to read... (Kudos to the management for simply asking for a verbal summary at the meeting and made the decision from there...)

Edward zoned out and at how the shredding machine eat up the papers fed to it. Whatever life dealt the shredding machine with, it just shred. Except for staplets. Please remember to remove them. Other than that, perhaps he had a lot to learn from the shredding machine... just suck it up, Edward, just suck it up. But what would be the "staplets" in the analogy here? Edward wondered and watched the shredding... Suddenly, Edward noticed something written in a blue pen that was not his handwriting. Oh no! It was a signatory of his boss's boss's boss! For the approval of some decision that was relevant to some other decision that he was referring to in his report!

Without second thoughts, Edward fought with the shredder to pull out the paper halfway and lost... his fingers!

His immediate response on seeing the bloody stump that used to be his hands was "fuck, now how am I going to use the computer?"