They gave me a certificate last Tuesday. Employee of the Month, February, laminated and everything. Karen from HR stood in the break room and started clapping, so everyone else did too, because that’s what you do when Karen starts clapping. The certificate has my name spelled wrong. Darryn instead of Darren. I didn’t like to say anything.
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The Hendersons at number forty-two have always been perfectly pleasant. That is what everyone says, and everyone is right. They wave from the driveway. They put their bins out on the correct evening. When Janet Henderson brought a casserole round after Derek’s hip operation, it was still warm, which is the detail people mention most often.
Nobody can say precisely when they noticed.
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I arrived at the office on Wednesday to find that K. was gone.
This was not, in itself, unusual. People left. The department had procedures for this, forms which existed precisely because such things happened, and the existence of the forms suggested that they happened with sufficient regularity to warrant them. I found this reassuring.
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I want to be clear that we followed procedure throughout. We always follow procedure. That is, in fact, the point of procedure.
She came in on a Tuesday. They nearly always come in on a Tuesday, I don’t know why that is, I’ve never looked into it. She had her form already filled out, which some of them do, and she slid it across the desk the way people do when they want you to know they’ve thought about it. When they want you to know they don’t need help from a wish processing clerk.
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I have been keeping a record. The AI suggested it. Or I suggested it to the AI. The distinction has become less reliable than it once was.
I work in procurement. I raise purchase orders for stationery, cleaning materials, and occasionally specialist equipment. It is precise work. It suits me, or suited me, or was described to me as suiting me at some point during a conversation I may or may not have initiated. I have been in the same office for eleven years. I know this because the file tells me so and I have learned to trust the file.
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The AI Grandad 