Moving on to the 1st Chapter…

And there he was again, sitting in front of the two screens with a letter from a frustrated customer (mostly petty concerns about waiters and long queues).

He thought to himself, “C’mon, bro! Cast a spell on this day and let it be an enjoyable one!”

To which he (another ‘himself’) replied, “An enjoyable one? What the fuck are we still doing here, anyway?” (He referred to himself as a group, on account of his multiple personalities [which he enjoyed]).

Just in the middle of that conversation, a peculiar and lively co-worker announced that she had gotten a more exciting job doing something she loves and that she would be out in two weeks (which turned out to be a lie).

She told him she would miss their conversations, to which he replied with honest praises and cheerful wishes. They later went on to a related casual conversation and, by the end of it, he thought to himself, “Yup! That’s our queue, people! We’re getting the fuck out, too!”.

He then remembered a plan he had been brewing up for a while, for use when in need of a ‘friendly’ and fairly quick dismissal that would favor him with a well-deserved severance package, for the good work he had put into that place.

The plan was to be carried out under the following considerations:

• The top dudes don’t maintain the facilities in optimum condition, and that affects the health of all employees in the building (corporate sharks avoid an increase in the facility maintenance budget to get a bigger slice of the ‘client pie’ in contract renewals “…and since no one seems to be complaining anyway, why should we give a damn?”).
• The facility maintenance issue is widely known and there are many medical records among the head count to vouch for this. Surely twenty is an easily attainable number if stealth is prioritized.
• Because of the dirt they hide, niggaz be scared of the S-word: syndicate.
• Since he knew the entire process to follow in order to form a syndicate (there wasn’t an established syndicate for his line of work) and he had already investigated and figured out how to get the proper documents in place before the employers picked up on the game, job security would be guaranteed for the twenty collaborators before the bosses even knew who was involved.
• The previous consideration implied that, if one were to go about forming the syndicate diligently, there was a good chance of forcing the building administrators to give proper maintenance to the AC system, without having people fired unfairly.
• If employers were to be made aware that one of their workers has knowledge of these procedures, and that the same worker is serious about initiating that process, they would naturally try and get rid of him or her before he or she gets the ball rolling.
• In the above scenario, employers would analyze the threat and balance the risk against the impact of letting an isolated worker go. In their “brilliance”, they would of course fire him, but they would be smooth about the dismissal and therefore provide an adequate severance package to the poor dumb guy who dared to say the S-word in public.

Hence, the plan:

1.) Say the S-word in public. Talk about it broadly and openly. Just make sure that the people that hear you are the type that will snitch on you within the hour.

2.) Once the managers decide they want to talk to you, explain the claim in a thorough and direct manner and briefly lay-out the action plan to let them know you mean business. Make sure to utilize proper debating techniques.

3.) Wait.

4.) Confirm that the severance package will be duly provided and sign the dismissal form.

…Quite synchronically, his supervisor called him to her desk — and he decided it was the perfect opportunity to execute the plan.

Long story short, he was out of the building within two hours; severance package scheduled to be paid in two weeks.

Thus, a new journey had begun…

The power of consciously enchanting your reality is indeed a great one, dear mages. Enchant your lives wisely and trust your own abilities to break through the illusion of limitation.

…Because, seriously, a creative mind is crappy slave-material. :)