Entry one

I got this job at a factory. Night shift.

It was stupid easy to get, since no one in their right mind would want this job. I gave them a drug test that was 100% positive for THC, and they didn't care.

I'm standing alone under bright fluorescent lights, with no windows anywhere. There is no one to talk to, no headphones allowed, just the droning of the assembly line and its machines. Sighing and whirring, ceaselessly. I don't even know what the hell I'm making. I was told to stamp a...