I do love my job, the never changing routine of the place, I do the same work every day, my station never changes, I know exactly what the day has in store for me.

I also have great job security, guaranteed employment for as long as I want.

The pay could be better though, but I can’t complain, they give us free accommodation just a few minutes away from work, I can wake up at 6am and get here by 6:30 on the dot if I get my wake up routine just right.

I walk onto the assembly floor and see all my coworkers, eyes focused on their work, smiles plastered on their face, bright green lights all over the place. On the other side of the floor I see a red light and a manager approaching it, I pay it no mind, it only happens rarely.

I approach my workstation and begin my list of tasks for that day, smiling as I complete them with ease, practice makes perfect after all, and I’ve had a lot of practice.

its now 4pm, and after nearly 10 hours of work I’m beginning to get a little tired, I let out a yawn and my smile begins to fade. The light above my cubicle turns red, I see my manager approaching, I start smiling again, my light turns green and the manager goes back to his station.

I love my job, I think ill be here for a very long time, its not like I have a choice.