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by Robert Asprin


  As I have earlier said, this is an age of specialization, and none of the worker types I meet have adequately applied themselves to be able to hold a candle to me in my particular field of endeavor. Now realizin’ that after a week of intense schemin’, I have not yet come up with a plan for samplin’ the merchandise that I feel has enough of a chance of succeedin’ as to make it worthwhile to try, I cannot convince myself that the security can be cracked by any amateur, however talented.

  Considerin’ this, I am edgin’ closer to the unpleasant conclusion that not only is it long odds against us findin’ a fast answer, there is a chance we might not be able to crack this case at all. Such thoughts cause me great anxieties, which lead to depression, as I am as success-oriented as the next person.

  My mood truly bottoms out at the end of the week, specifically when I am presented with my paycheck. Now, I am not countin’ on the money I earn as a worker type, as I am already bein’ well subsidized by the Boss. Nonetheless I am surprised to see the amount my weeks’ worth of toil has actually brought me. To be truthful, I have again yielded to the temptation of understatement. I was not surprised, I was shocked ... which is not a good thing for, as anyone in the Mob can tell you, when I am shocked I tend to express the unsettlement of my nerves physically.

  The fact that I am not needin’ the money in question means that I was only a little shocked, so it only took three of my fellow worker types to pull me off the payroll type what slipped me the bad news. Of course, by that time I had also been hit by a couple of tranquilizer darts, which I am told is standard issue for most companies in the Bazaar to ease personnel relations. If, perchance, your company does not already follow this policy, I heartily give it my recommend, as it certainly saves depreciation on your payroll types and therefore minimizes the expense of trainin’ new ones.

  Anyway, once I am calmed down to a point where I am merely tossin’ furniture and the payroll type has recomposed himself, which is to say he has received sufficient first aid to talk, he explains the realities of life to me. Not only has the cost of the aforementioned carousin’ been deducted from my earnin’s, but also charges for my room which, realizin’ the figure quoted only represents a third of the take on that facility, puts it several notches above the poshest resort it has ever been my decadent pleasure to patronize. Also there is an itemized bill for every bit or scrap of waste that has occurred at my duty station durin’ the week, down to the last speck of Pixie Dust. Normally I would be curious as to how this accountin’ was done, as it indicates a work force in the plant even more efficient than the security types which have been keepin’ me at bay, but at the time I was too busy bein’ outraged at bein’ charged retail instead of cost for the materials lost.

  All that keeps me from truly expressin’ my opinion of the situation is that Roxie explains that I am not bein’ singled out for special treatment, but that this is indeed a plant-wide policy which all the worker types must suffer. He also points out that the cost of the first aid for the Payroll type is gonna be charged against my paycheck, and that what I have left will not be sufficient for me to indulge myself in another go ‘round,

  Thus it is that I am doubly disheartened when I hook up with Bunny for our weekly meetin’ and debriefin’, bein’ as how I am not only a failure but a poor failure which is the worst kind to be.

  “Guido, what’s wrong?” she sez when we meet. “You look terrible!”

  As I have said, Bunny is a swell head, but she is still a skirt, which means she has an unerring instinct for what to say to pick a guy up when he’s under the weather.

  “I am depressed,” I sez, since she wasn’t around when I explained it to you. “The workin’ conditions at the plant are terrible, especially considerin’ the pay we aren’t getting’.”

  At this, Bunny rolls her eyes and groans to express her sympathy.

  “Oh, Guido! You’re talking just like a ... what is it that you call them? Oh, yes. Just like a worker type.”

  “That’s ‘cause I am a worker type!”

  This earns me the hairy eyeball.

  “No, you’re not,” she sez real hard-like. “You’re an executive for M.Y.T.H. Inc. here on an investigation. Now quit being negative and let’s talk about the job.”

  It occurs to me that she has a truly unusual concept of how to avoid negative thinkin’,

  “Suit yourself,” I sez, givin’ her my best careless shrug like I usually save for court performances. “As far as the job goes, I am truly at a dead end. After a week I have discovered nothin’ and don’t have the foggiest where to look next.”

  “Good!” she sez, breakin’ into a smile which could melt an iceberg, of which there are very few at the Bazaar with which I could test my hyperbole. Naturally I am surprised.

  “Perhaps my small-but-normally-accurate ears are deceivin’ me, Bunny. Did I understand you to say that it’s a good thing that I am gettin’ nowhere in my investigations?”

  “That’s right. You see, I think I’m on to something at my end, and if you’re coming up empty in the plant, maybe you can help me with my theories! Now here’s what I want you to do.

  * * *

  FOLLOWIN’ BUNNY’S SUGGESTION, I start out the next week by bracin’ the foreman to reassign me to work in the warehouse on inventory. At first he is reluctant, as he does not like worker types tellin’ him his job, but after I point out to him how small the hospitalization benefits provided by the owner really are, he becomes far more reasonable.

  All I have to do to give Bunny the support she requests is to double-check the materials comin’ into the plant, and send her an extra copy of each day’s tally in the inter-office mail. This pleases me immensely, as it is not only easy work, it also gives me substantial amounts of free time with which I can pursue a project of my own.

  You see, I am still more than a little steamed over the hatchet job, which was performed upon my paycheck. I therefore take it upon myself to commence conductin’ my own unofficial survey as to workin’ conditions around the plant, and since my eye has the benefit of business school trainin’, which most of the workin’ types have not bothered with, it becomes rapidly apparent that the situational stinks worse than the Doggie Doodle did.

  Just as an example, the plant has made a practice of hirin’ all sorts of bein’s, many of which is extremely difficult to describe without getting’ vulgar. Now this is not surprisin’ considerin’ the Bazaar is the main source for their recruitin’, but it makes for some teeth-grindin’ inequalities in the pay scales.

  Before the wrong idea is given, let me elucidate for a moment on the point of view I am comin’ from. I personally don’t care much who or what is workin’ next to me as long as they can carry their share of the job. You will notice I have not even mentioned that Roxie is bright orange and Sion is mauve, as I feel this has nothin’ to do with my assessment of their personalities or their abilities. I will admit to bein’ a little uneasy around bein’s what got more arms or legs than I do, but this is more a professional reaction, since should the occasion arise that we might have a difference of opinion, my fightin’ style is intended for opposition what can throw the same number of punches and kicks per side as I can, and a few extra fists can make a big difference. But, as I say, this is more a professional wariness than any judgment on their overall worth as bein’s, I only mention this on the off chance that some of my remarks about strange bein’s might be taken as bein’ pergerdous, a rap of which I have never been convicted. I am not that sort of person.

  As I was sayin’, though, the plant has lots of strange bein’s workin’ the line. The indignity of the situation, however, is that even though they got these extra arms and in some cases is doin’ the work of several worker types, they is gettin’ paid the same as anyone else. While to some this might seem unfair to the ones bein’ so exploited, I see it as a threat to the worker types with the usual count of arms and legs, as it will obvi
ously save the company significant cost if they can hire as many of the former as possible, whilst layin’ off a disproportionate number of the latter.

  Another inequality I observe concerns the security types which I have been unable to circumvent. Now this has been a source of curiosity to me since I first arrived at the plant, since it doesn’t take an accountin’ whiz to figure out that if the plant is payin’ the security types what they’re worth, their cost should be substantially more than would seem economically wise. I chance across the answer one time when I happen to eavesdrop on a couple off-duty lunchin’ security types who are gripin’ about their jobs. It seems that they are underpaid as much as us workin’ types, despite the fact that they are safeguardin’ stuff worth millions! While this is doubtlessly unfair, I do not include it in my notes because I have found that it is not only not unusual, but is actually customary for plants or societies to underpay their guardian types. I suppose that as bonkers as it seems, this is in actuality the way things should be. If guardian types made a decent wage, then criminal types like me would go into that line of work as it has better hours and better retirement benefits than the career path I am currently pursuin’, and if there was no crime there would be no need for guardian types and we would all end up unemployed. Viewin’ it that way, the status quo is probably for the best.

  Anyway, I continues to keep my eyes and ears open until I feel I have gathered sufficient injustices to make my point, then I wait for the right moment to present my findin’s. This proves to be no great test of my patience, since, as I have noted, the worker types love to gripe about their jobs and tonight proves to be no exception to this rule.

  “What do you think, Guido?” Roxie sez, turnin’ to me. “Do the guys workin’ the Dribble Toilets have it worse than the ones workin’ the Battery-Operated Whoopee Cushions?”

  I make a big show of thinkin’ hard before I give my answer.

  “I think,” I sez carefully, “that if brains was dynamite, the whole plant wouldn’t have the powder to blow its nose.”

  It takes him a minute to get my drift, but when he does, his eyes go real mean.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “I mean I’ve been sittin’ here listenin’ to you guys bellyache for nearly two weeks now, and ain’t none of youse heard a thing that’s goin’ on.”

  “All right, Mr. Doggie Doodle, if you’re so smart why don’t you tell all of us who have been workin’ here for years what it is you’ve learned in a whole two weeks.”

  I choose to ignore the Doggie Doodle crack, as there are now several tables of worker types listenin’ to our conversation and I’m afraid I’ll lose their attention if I take the time to bust Roxie’s head.

  “Youse guys spend all your time arguin’ about who’s gettin’ honked the worst, and in the meantime you’re missin’ the point. The point is that you’re all gettin’ the Purple Shaft.”

  With that I commences to itemize a dozen or so of the more reprehensible examples of the exploitation of worker types I have noted in my investigation. By the time I am done, the whole bar is listenin’, and there is an ugly murmur goin’ around.

  “All right, Guido. You’ve made your point,” Roxie sez, tryin’ to take another swallow of his drink before he realizes that it’s empty. “So what are we supposed to do about it? We don’t set company policy.”

  I shows him the smile that makes witnesses lose their memories.

  “We don’t set company policy, but we do decide whether or not were gonna work for the wages offered in the conditions provided.”

  At this, Roxie lights up like he just won the lottery.

  “That’s right!” he sez. They control the plant, but without us workers there won’t be no Doggie Doodle to ship!”

  The crowd is gettin’ pretty worked up now, and there’s a lot of drink buyin’ and back slappin’ goin’ on when someone just has to raise a discouragin’ word.

  “So what’s to stop ‘em from just hiring a new work force if we hold out?”

  That is Sion talkin’. As you may have noticed, he don’t mouth off near as much as Roxie does, but when he opens up, the other worker types are inclined to listen. This time is no exception, and the room starts to quiet down as the worker types try to focus on this new problem.

  “C’mon, Sion,” Roxie sez, tryin’ to laugh it off. “What idiots would work for these wages under these conditions?”

  “Roxie, we’ve been doing just that for years! I don’t think they’ll have any more trouble finding a new work force than they had finding the old one.”

  I decided it was time I took a hand in the proceedin’s.

  “There are a few things you are overlookin’, Sion,” I sez. “First off, it will take time to hire and train a new work force, and durin’ that time the plant ain’t producin’ Doggie Doodle to sell, “which means the owner is losin’ money which he does not like to do.”

  Sion just shrugged at that one.

  “True enough, but he’d probably rather take the short-term loss of a shutdown than the long-term expense of giving us higher wages.”

  “Which brings up the other thing you’re overlookin’.”

  “Which is?”

  “There is one intolerable workin’ condition a new work force would have to endure that we haven’t ... to wit, us! We don’t have to get past us to come to work each mornin’, and whilst the security types are aces at guardin’ a plant, it is my best appraisal that they would not be able to provide bodyguard service for an entire new work force.”

  This seemed to satisfy the objection in question, and we then got down to workin’ out the details, for while from the outside it may seem simple to organize a labor movement, there is much to be planned before any thin’ can actually be set into motion. The other two shifts had to be brought on board and a list of demands agreed upon, not to mention the buildin’ of a contingency fund in case the other side wanted to try starvin’ us out.

  A lot of the guys wanted me to run the thing, but I felt I could not accept in clear consciousness and successfully proposed Roxie for the position. The alibi I gave is that the worker types should be represented by someone who has more than two weeks’ experience on the job, but in reality I wasn’t sure how much longer I had before the Boss pulled me back to my normal duties and I did not want the movement to flounder from havin’ its leader disappear sudden like. The chore I did volunteer for was givin’ lessons in how to handle any outsiders the plant tried to hire, as most of the current worker types did not know a sawed-off pool cue from a tire iron when it came to labor negotiations.

  Between workin’ in the warehouse and helpin’ with the movement, I was so busy I almost missed my weekly meetin’ with Bunny. Fortuitously I remembered, which is a good thing as Bunny is a doll and no doll likes to be forgotten.

  “Hi, Babe!” I sez, givin’ her one of my seediest winks. “How’s it goin’?”

  “Well, you’re sure in a chipper mood,” she sez, grinnin’ back at me. “I thought I’d have good news for you, but I guess you already heard.”

  “Heard? Heard what?”

  “The assignment’s over. I’ve cracked the case.”

  Now this causes me a little guilt and embarrassment, as I have not thought about our assignment for days, but I cover for it by actin’ enthusiastic instead.

  “No foolin’? You found out how the stuff is bein’ liberated?”

  “Well, actually it turns out to be a case of embezzlement, not pilferage. One of the Deveels in Accounting was tinkering with the receiving records and paying for more than was coming in at the shipping dock.”

  “Bunny,” I sez, “try to remember that my degree is not in accounting. Could you perhaps try to enlighten me in baby talk so’s I can understand the nature of the heist?”

  “Okay. When we buy the raw materials, each shipment is counted and a tally sent to
Accounting. That tally determines how much we pay to our supplier, as well as alerting us as to how much raw material there is in inventory. Now our embezzler had a deal going with the suppliers to bill us for more material than we actually received. He would rig the receiving tallies to tie out to the overage, pay the supplier for goods they never shipped, and then split the extra money with them. The trouble was that since the same numbers were used for the inventories, the records showed that there were more goods in inventory than were actually there, so when the plant came up short, the owner thought the employees were stealing from him. The missing goods weren’t being pilfered; they were never in the plant at all!”

  I gave a low whistle of appreciation.

  “That’s great, Bunny! The Boss’ll be real proud of you when he hears.”

  That actually made her blush a little.

  “I didn’t do it all by myself, you know. I wouldn’t have been able to prove anything if you hadn’t been feeding me duplicate records on the side.”

  “A mere trifling,” I sez expansively. “I for one am goin’ to make sure the Boss knows just what a gem he has workin’ for him so’s you get your just esteem in his eyes.”

  “Thanks, Guido,” she sez, layin a hand on my arm. “I try to impress him, but sometimes I think ...”

  She breaks off and looks away, and it occurs to me that she is about to commence leakin’ at the eyes. In an effort to avert this occurrence, which will undoubtedly embarrass us both, I wrench the conversation back to our original topic.

  “So what are they goin’ to do with this bum now that you caught him?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Say what?”

  “No, that’s not right. He’s going to get a promotion.”

  “Get outta here!”

  She turns back, and I can see she’s now got an impish grin on, which is a welcome change.

 

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