Jack's Journal

1)
This is my first post. I'm using this digital journal to vent about how much I hate my job. I'm so bored here. I work for Mockingbird Media, and I'm one of the IT guys. 
I'm not very important, and I get treated like the most forgettable one on the team. I have a feeling they're going to fire me soon. I can feel it, but this is all I know. 
Every day, I try to survive boredom and corporate fatigue. I would have loved to be an artist, design video games, or make movies, but I picked a practical, easy job. 
Now I suffer here every day. I just want something to change soon.

I messed up pretty bad today. I wasn't paying attention and accidentally forgot to quarantine a pretty nasty virus that corrupted a bunch of data. I got yelled at again.
So, they took me off the team due to my "performance issue" and gave me “one last chance.” How merciful. I'm now assigned to the marketing consultant, 
Frankie’s team, where I’ll be his personal IT guy. He’s some flamboyant asshole who's so full of himself. 
Everything he says is snarky and condescending. Nobody wants to work with him, but everyone loves him. They treat him like some kind of corporate god who's going to save the company. 
I swear this guy is a cult leader in his spare time. I absolutely can't stand him. Now I have to wait on him hand and foot. Fuck me, right? I guess it’s better than being fired.
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2)
So, instead of parsing through the security logs, because that's boring as hell and nothing ever happens anyway, I used my ultra-cool elevated access and found all of these weird files on some server 
I don't think anyone knows about. I think these servers are from that company Mockingbird bought a bunch of years ago. I made a couple of changes so I'm the only one who can access it. 
There's all this weird data, and there's so much of it. There's a database, and there's just… so much on so many people. Like, what the hell? 

Note to self: Research more on “Headroom Solutions.” 

3)
So apparently, Headroom Solutions was some kind of data collection company. It looks like they sold security equipment, and I guess all their security cameras were connected to these databases. 
I don't know if their customers knew that or not, but there is so much data on so many people about so many different things. This feels really illegal. 
This is some 1984 shit. I can't find much else other than there's some old security camera data around. I guess I'm going to see if I can copy the data over to my hard drive.

LOL, I’m such a fucking loser… I should probably be doing my actual job.

I had such big dreams. I wanted to make art, make movies, and change the world. How did I end up such a loser? I don't know how to code right, and I think they are finally going to fire me. 
This sad job is the only thing that gives my life any value

4) 
Maybe my boss won't notice I'm leaving early today. Please stop saying we are "like a family." No, I am in hell, and the demons are all here in HQ. I need to get away, but I know nothing else.
Everything he says is such an insult. He thinks he's so funny, and everyone else does too. It doesn't help that he's perfect. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect hands… 
God, I hate this guy so much. What kind of last name is Cyanide,anyway? 
I swear it’s made up. One thing's for sure: every time this guy opens his mouth, he poisons the air. 

5)
So, I guess I'm just going to talk to my computer because I have no friends, and everybody in this company hates me, and I hate them. 
I'm pretty sure Mockingbird is a front; we do some sketchy shit. Why are all our clients pretty much scam artists? Why do we work with these people? 
The only reason we stay in business is because we work with all these sketchy people doing sketchy advertisements for stuff we really shouldn't be putting out there.

6)
So today at work, I was doing some personal research on that weird company, Headroom Solutions, that my job bought a bunch of years ago. Apparently, something crazy happened there which caused a bunch of people to die? 
Anyway, with enough snooping and hacking, I guess, I found this really cool program on the server. It’s like some AI tool. 
It's kind of useless as a search assistant in its current state since most of the servers are shut down, except for a few Mockingbird kept alive. 
But I’m stealing the package files and reprogramming it (the best I can) by just changing some resources and variables. I’m naming it PAX. I can’t think of another name, and I keep looking at .pkg files. 
I gave it a little robot design. I think I can use it as a smart search feature and a chatbot! Looks like I have a new desktop pet and finally a friend at my job.

I did some more digging into the servers and I noticed… This company was doing some freaky shit. 
There's this project database labeled “Talking Heads” where… They were analyzing all this data they were collecting on people through the security cameras. 
It looks like they were trying to create these AI-human hybrid mascots… like digital people out of them. I don't know if it's real. Like, this is some serious dystopian stuff, man.

7)
He drilled me a new one again this week. Asshole number seven. Working for this guy is hell. What’s so great about him, anyway? 
I feel like he's the kind of guy who parties every night, but apparently, he's here super late. He barely has any real work other than charming executives, so… what does he do every night?
At least Pax is really great. He plays trivia games with me and teaches me cool facts during the day. He's very useful as a smart search engine and helps me figure out problems. 
Honestly, I wonder if I can get away with distributing different versions of him as software and make a little money.

8)
I know I saved his ass plenty of times this week, and it’s never good enough for him. He’s such an egotistical jerk. I can’t stand his loud, mismatching suits or his slicked-back hair. 
He even shows up to scold me in my dreams. I can't stand his laugh. They gave him this beautiful office, too. It's so tacky with the shag carpeting and the textured wallpaper. 
Everyone thinks it's so modern and cool; I think it gives off casting couch vibes. I swear my heart races every time I sit down there. I just want to run. He’s so sleazy and gaudy

9)
I'm absolutely devastated. This can't be real. Frankie just gave a presentation about a new smart AI program. There's no way he found the servers. 
I did my best to hide them from the main network. I have the files… I did all this work, and now he’s going to get all the credit? Did… did he find out about Pax? 
I’ve been grinding my teeth all morning. I hate this guy so much. He ruined my one chance of success here. I just needed more time…

The way that motherfucker fired me. He delivered it with a fucking smile. I’ll never see this hellhole again, but I'm not going down that easily. 
Not after he stole all my work and potential glory (I was gonna steal it first). Not after he took all my access away. They won't let me back on my computer; they took it away. 
Now they have all my data on the “Talking Heads Project.”What those assholes don't know is that I got a copy of the project and Pax on a backup USB drive.

10) hopefully not my last one
Tonight, they are having a big happy hour at the bar down the street. I bet they will be talking about me and what a piece of shit I was. Frankie should be there, so tonight I get my revenge. 
I'm going to sneak in and, well, I wrote up this shitty prank virus that I can have Pax distribute across the network without doing much other than executing a script I wrote. 
My terminal should be accessible with Frankie's credentials, and I was able to copy his access card after the meeting this morning. 
I'm sure he didn't notice it was gone for a half hour. I would do it from his computer, but his office is always locked, and I don’t want to risk running into him if he doesn't leave until late. 
I need to get in around midnight without the night guard noticing, plug in the USB, execute the virus by running the script, and leave. 
This should corrupt all the data on the Headroom Solutions servers and put a stupid dancing cartoon of Pax on all the desktops while wiping everyone's data. They all think I'm so incompetent; they won't see it coming. 
If I have extra time, I’m breaking into the cafeteria and stealing a bag of those mystery meat hot dogs I love. 

I’m going to miss the hot dogs the most. Hopefully, I can sell all this data on the dark web tomorrow morning, cash out, and buy all the hot dogs I want. Wish me luck, universe!

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