Somewhere along the way, Preston Dirges forgot who he was. There was a time before the Kafkaesque nightmare of work, and there will be a time after. But between 9 to 5, he is its prisoner.
Montage: INT. DESERTED OFFICE FLOOR – DAY Preston walks, flanked by Valerie and Gordon. Music starts: “Lust for Life” by Iggy Pop. Thimbleby looks up from the files, finishes the last bite of his sandwich, […]
Int. Office Canteen – Day Gordon and Tina sit at a table, facing each other and chatting as they eat. Preston leads Valerie across the canteen to join them, carrying their trays of food. Preston […]
Int. Deserted Office Floor – Day THIMBLEBY (O.S.): Preston? Thimbleby is round the corner from the meeting cubicles, sat at a small round table in front of Preston’s desk. He keeps drumming his fingers on […]
Int. Deserted Office Floor – Day Preston opens a door and leads Valerie on to the first floor of the building. It is seemingly deserted. There is no office furniture, only indents in the carpet […]
Deep in the basement of Preston Dirges’ office lurks the Business Intelligence team, two people who can afford to spend the day talking to each other, because nobody else talks to them… Int. Windowless Basement […]
Int. Open-Plan Office – Day Preston knocks on the door of David Rubnick’s office, then opens it without waiting to be asked. Rubnick is staring out of the window, drinking his mug of coffee. RUBNICK: […]
Int. Bedroom – Morning An alarm clock buzzes. It is 7am. PRESTON (V.O.): 1. Alarm clock. Wake. Set it back 5 minutes. Sleep 5 minutes. Wake. Set it back 5 minutes. Sleep 5 minutes. Get […]
Orwell was a pussy. Anybody could manage doublethink. A politician, a Nazi soldier, a customer services representative, a spouse. They all engage in doublethink as a matter of course. At some time approximately halfway through […]
Twelvemonth had elapsed since the last arbitrary annual signifier of time’s passing. It was the first workday of the year. Preston was back at his desk. He stared at the opaque screen that separated his […]
Preston Dirges sloped into the shapeless beige office building, basked in the piercing rays of the morning sun. His mood absorbed that light, chewed it and spat it out a denuded grey. Preston considered himself […]
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