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Jay pretty much had to turn his brain off to talk to Anna xD
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Jay hurried to the behavioral sciences building. He had developed a quirk during his second year in university where he liked to sit in the front row of all his classes. Unfortunately, it was a difficult thing to do in a class of nearly five hundred people—PSY101 had one of the largest student bodies due to it being required for so many students. That paired with the fact that he was already running late meant that the odds were definitely not in his favor. He picked up his pace.
Luckily, it wasn’t a far walk to the building. Everything on campus was compacted together to make travel easy for students. If he had to, Jay could get from the north side of campus to the south side in just under thirty minutes on foot. He stepped inside the building and turned left, heading down the hallway towards lecture hall number 107, where his class was being held. He could hear from outside the door that the professor had already started teaching. Hopefully he hadn’t missed anything important.
Jay cracked the door open and slipped inside. Too late to go to the front row now, even if there were seats available. He crept quietly into a middle section and sat down in an empty chair, popping open the side table to use for notetaking and retrieving a pen and notebook from out of his backpack.
The lesson that day was about obedience and roleplaying. The professor talked to the class about Milgram’s electric chair experiment—subjects were told by an authority figure to shock a person in an electric chair, increasing voltage until the other “died” (although the shocked person was really just an actor)—and the Stanford prison experiment—subjects roleplayed as prison wards and prisoners, and the wards ended up torturing the prisoners due to false expectations of themselves. Jay hung on his words, morbidly fascinated by how people could be so ruthless to each other, just because they felt like they were supposed to be. He wondered if he would have done the same thing, if he were in their shoes. He would have liked to think he was above such terrible acts, but according to the studies, anyone could fall victim to the two mentalities. He shuddered. It was a bit frightening.
At the end of the lecture, the professor announced that there would be a group project due at the end of the semester. The class was to be paired off in groups of two, and each pair was to analyze each other’s behavior. They were to choose one psychological trait to study and then report on at the end of the experiment. The trait didn’t have to be something covered in class. When the instructions were over, he let them spend the rest of the class finding a partner to work with. Jay looked around the room. There were plenty of people he recognized: friends from other classes, neighbors from his apartment, teammates from the cross country team, members of Greek life… But he didn’t want to partner with somebody he already knew. That would be bias, right?
Jay heard a giggle off to his left. He turned to see a group of girls smiling and glancing in his direction. One of them gave another girl a push towards him. Clearly, they were trying to get her to ask him to be her partner, but she was nervous. He considered going over to ask her, himself—she was pretty cute, after all—but stopped when he saw the insignia on the girls’ backpacks: ΧΩ. Chi Omega. Sorority girls. He grimaced and looked away, bad memories resurfacing. He knew it was unfair of him to judge all of them for how his exes had behaved, but he couldn’t help it. He was zero for three when it came to dating girls in sororities. He stood up from his seat and moved to look for a partner somewhere else before the girl could work up the courage to talk to him.
It was then that he saw her. The girl from the food hub. Jay’s gaze fixed on her lithe form, standing so rigidly in the back row. Her pretty blonde hair like a curtain around her face; her blue eyes roaming nervously about the hall. Before he knew what he was doing, he found his feet carrying him towards her. He suddenly wanted to ask her to be his partner before any other guys could get to her first. Don’t think, just do it, he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jay said when he reached her side. “I didn’t know you were in this class. It’s pretty huge though, so I’m not surprised we haven’t crossed paths before today.” He held out his hand and offered her a friendly smile. “My name’s Jay. Want to be partners?”
Luckily, it wasn’t a far walk to the building. Everything on campus was compacted together to make travel easy for students. If he had to, Jay could get from the north side of campus to the south side in just under thirty minutes on foot. He stepped inside the building and turned left, heading down the hallway towards lecture hall number 107, where his class was being held. He could hear from outside the door that the professor had already started teaching. Hopefully he hadn’t missed anything important.
Jay cracked the door open and slipped inside. Too late to go to the front row now, even if there were seats available. He crept quietly into a middle section and sat down in an empty chair, popping open the side table to use for notetaking and retrieving a pen and notebook from out of his backpack.
The lesson that day was about obedience and roleplaying. The professor talked to the class about Milgram’s electric chair experiment—subjects were told by an authority figure to shock a person in an electric chair, increasing voltage until the other “died” (although the shocked person was really just an actor)—and the Stanford prison experiment—subjects roleplayed as prison wards and prisoners, and the wards ended up torturing the prisoners due to false expectations of themselves. Jay hung on his words, morbidly fascinated by how people could be so ruthless to each other, just because they felt like they were supposed to be. He wondered if he would have done the same thing, if he were in their shoes. He would have liked to think he was above such terrible acts, but according to the studies, anyone could fall victim to the two mentalities. He shuddered. It was a bit frightening.
At the end of the lecture, the professor announced that there would be a group project due at the end of the semester. The class was to be paired off in groups of two, and each pair was to analyze each other’s behavior. They were to choose one psychological trait to study and then report on at the end of the experiment. The trait didn’t have to be something covered in class. When the instructions were over, he let them spend the rest of the class finding a partner to work with. Jay looked around the room. There were plenty of people he recognized: friends from other classes, neighbors from his apartment, teammates from the cross country team, members of Greek life… But he didn’t want to partner with somebody he already knew. That would be bias, right?
Jay heard a giggle off to his left. He turned to see a group of girls smiling and glancing in his direction. One of them gave another girl a push towards him. Clearly, they were trying to get her to ask him to be her partner, but she was nervous. He considered going over to ask her, himself—she was pretty cute, after all—but stopped when he saw the insignia on the girls’ backpacks: ΧΩ. Chi Omega. Sorority girls. He grimaced and looked away, bad memories resurfacing. He knew it was unfair of him to judge all of them for how his exes had behaved, but he couldn’t help it. He was zero for three when it came to dating girls in sororities. He stood up from his seat and moved to look for a partner somewhere else before the girl could work up the courage to talk to him.
It was then that he saw her. The girl from the food hub. Jay’s gaze fixed on her lithe form, standing so rigidly in the back row. Her pretty blonde hair like a curtain around her face; her blue eyes roaming nervously about the hall. Before he knew what he was doing, he found his feet carrying him towards her. He suddenly wanted to ask her to be his partner before any other guys could get to her first. Don’t think, just do it, he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Jay said when he reached her side. “I didn’t know you were in this class. It’s pretty huge though, so I’m not surprised we haven’t crossed paths before today.” He held out his hand and offered her a friendly smile. “My name’s Jay. Want to be partners?”
“Thanks, doll,” Roman grinned when Abigail handed back his phone. He looked at the new contact she had just added. The number looked real enough—it didn’t start with any bullshit triple digits like 800 or 555—but he had been burned too many times in the past to trust it right away. He tapped the messenger option on the contact and typed out a quick: Hello. “Here, I’ll send you a text so you have my number too,” he winked at her as he hit ‘send.’ “Just in case you ever need to call your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, y’know?” The offer was innocent enough, and he honestly didn’t mind if she had his phone number so soon. She seemed like a down-to-earth kind of girl who wouldn’t spam him with crazy messages. Plus, he would soon know if she gave him a fake or not. He wouldn’t have to worry about calling the number and having her dad or secret boyfriend answer, both of which had happened to him before.
“If you say so,” Roman shrugged when she said he didn’t have to drive her home. Just then, he heard her phone ping from a received text. “Looks like my message went through. Well then, I should ‘get my ass to work,’ as my boss always says. I’ll be seeing you, Abby. Later!” He turned to head back to his bike, giving Jose a quick goodbye as he left the two behind.
His first date with Abigail—even though she didn’t know it was a date—was a success.
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October 2, 2015
New York, NY – Precision Horizons Co.
11:19AM
Roman arrived at Precision Horizons exactly sixteen minutes after his boss had called. It was a move that would obviously irritate the man, since he had instructed him to show up within fifteen minutes, but that was the intention. He headed to his office, where his supervisor was waiting with a scowl on his face, “You’ve got some nerve, Sousa.”
“Oh?” Roman said nonchalantly. “I can go home if you’d like.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” the man snarled. “You can’t keep doing this. You’re costing this company a lot of money by not showing up for your full shift. I’m starting to wonder if I should make some calls about changing your pay to hourly.”
“You do that, and I’ll just find somewhere else to work,” Roman sighed, leaning against the doorframe and examining his nails as if they were more interesting than the current conversation. “I’m sure it won’t take long for another company to take me in as soon as I start shopping my resume around. I’ve built up quite a reputation among the progressive tech companies in this city.”
“Damn you,” his boss spat. He clenched and unclenched his fist, and Roman could almost hear the thoughts that must have been going through his mind: Sousa gets whatever he wants just because he’s good at his job; I have so little control over him, I’m more like his servant than his boss; I wish I could fire him without getting a pink slip, myself… The man’s frustration was so satisfying. Oh, how he loved chaos.
“Anyway,” Roman continued, taking a seat at his desk. “Fill me in on the meeting, would you?”
His supervisor opened his mouth quickly, as if he had a few choice words to say, but changed his mind. “We met with a representative from a major retail corporation to pitch our new security cameras. As you know, they’re still majorly under tested, which is why…” he swallowed as if the next words were difficult to say. “We needed you there to sell it to him.”
“Ah, the 3060L model, right?” Roman nodded sagely. He knew exactly what camera his boss was talking about. It was a high-tech security device that would be placed in various locations around a building with the capability to capture every corner of it. Each camera had facial-recognition software, and a one-way connection to the local police database. If any customer in the building had a criminal record of any kind, the cameras were programmed to keep the person in view on the security team’s monitors at all times. The target person was also shown in red on the black-and-white footage, making him or her easy to spot.
“Don’t worry about it, boss. I’ll call them up later and make the sale over the phone.”
“Mhm,” the man grunted. “It would have been easier if you had just shown up to the meeting like you were supposed to.”
“Oh well,” Roman shrugged. “I’m here now, and I’m gonna make it happen. You know I’ve never lost a sale.”
“So you keep reminding me,” his supervisor scribbled down a phone number on a sticky note and stuck it to Roman’s desk. “Just call the damn number. Also, one of the other department heads emailed you a project for today. Something to do with a fussy client of theirs.”
“Sure thing,” Roman gave him a two-fingered salute. He opened his laptop while his boss turned to walk out of the office. He paused as a devilish grin crossed his lips. “Oh, and by the way… I’m sure it wouldn’t be out of order for me to request a raise. You know, for all the trouble I’ve been through today.”
“What?” the man spun around, eyes wide with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“You heard me,” Roman held his gaze evenly. “I would like a five percent raise. Nothing much. Put in a good word for me with the higher ups, would you?”
“You’re already making more than the other salesmen at your rank.”
“I’m outperforming all of them. Your point is moot. Now then, I would like a raise,” Roman smiled pleasantly; kindly; innocently. His boss was visibly squirming under the pressure. They both knew Roman had already won, no matter how much his boss fought back against his puppet strings. If he didn’t do what Sousa wanted, his hire would leave and he would get fired for losing Precision Horizon’s top-performing salesman. If he did do what Sousa wanted, he would continue to be backhandedly turned into his hire’s lackey. Both options were demeaning. The man ground his teeth in bitterness at his own helpless situation. Then, Roman put the sealing nail into the coffin: the one word that made his supervisor’s struggle even more painful. A word that, in its pleasant simplicity, made him feel like he was drowning.
“Please.”
“If you say so,” Roman shrugged when she said he didn’t have to drive her home. Just then, he heard her phone ping from a received text. “Looks like my message went through. Well then, I should ‘get my ass to work,’ as my boss always says. I’ll be seeing you, Abby. Later!” He turned to head back to his bike, giving Jose a quick goodbye as he left the two behind.
His first date with Abigail—even though she didn’t know it was a date—was a success.
--
October 2, 2015
New York, NY – Precision Horizons Co.
11:19AM
Roman arrived at Precision Horizons exactly sixteen minutes after his boss had called. It was a move that would obviously irritate the man, since he had instructed him to show up within fifteen minutes, but that was the intention. He headed to his office, where his supervisor was waiting with a scowl on his face, “You’ve got some nerve, Sousa.”
“Oh?” Roman said nonchalantly. “I can go home if you’d like.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” the man snarled. “You can’t keep doing this. You’re costing this company a lot of money by not showing up for your full shift. I’m starting to wonder if I should make some calls about changing your pay to hourly.”
“You do that, and I’ll just find somewhere else to work,” Roman sighed, leaning against the doorframe and examining his nails as if they were more interesting than the current conversation. “I’m sure it won’t take long for another company to take me in as soon as I start shopping my resume around. I’ve built up quite a reputation among the progressive tech companies in this city.”
“Damn you,” his boss spat. He clenched and unclenched his fist, and Roman could almost hear the thoughts that must have been going through his mind: Sousa gets whatever he wants just because he’s good at his job; I have so little control over him, I’m more like his servant than his boss; I wish I could fire him without getting a pink slip, myself… The man’s frustration was so satisfying. Oh, how he loved chaos.
“Anyway,” Roman continued, taking a seat at his desk. “Fill me in on the meeting, would you?”
His supervisor opened his mouth quickly, as if he had a few choice words to say, but changed his mind. “We met with a representative from a major retail corporation to pitch our new security cameras. As you know, they’re still majorly under tested, which is why…” he swallowed as if the next words were difficult to say. “We needed you there to sell it to him.”
“Ah, the 3060L model, right?” Roman nodded sagely. He knew exactly what camera his boss was talking about. It was a high-tech security device that would be placed in various locations around a building with the capability to capture every corner of it. Each camera had facial-recognition software, and a one-way connection to the local police database. If any customer in the building had a criminal record of any kind, the cameras were programmed to keep the person in view on the security team’s monitors at all times. The target person was also shown in red on the black-and-white footage, making him or her easy to spot.
“Don’t worry about it, boss. I’ll call them up later and make the sale over the phone.”
“Mhm,” the man grunted. “It would have been easier if you had just shown up to the meeting like you were supposed to.”
“Oh well,” Roman shrugged. “I’m here now, and I’m gonna make it happen. You know I’ve never lost a sale.”
“So you keep reminding me,” his supervisor scribbled down a phone number on a sticky note and stuck it to Roman’s desk. “Just call the damn number. Also, one of the other department heads emailed you a project for today. Something to do with a fussy client of theirs.”
“Sure thing,” Roman gave him a two-fingered salute. He opened his laptop while his boss turned to walk out of the office. He paused as a devilish grin crossed his lips. “Oh, and by the way… I’m sure it wouldn’t be out of order for me to request a raise. You know, for all the trouble I’ve been through today.”
“What?” the man spun around, eyes wide with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“You heard me,” Roman held his gaze evenly. “I would like a five percent raise. Nothing much. Put in a good word for me with the higher ups, would you?”
“You’re already making more than the other salesmen at your rank.”
“I’m outperforming all of them. Your point is moot. Now then, I would like a raise,” Roman smiled pleasantly; kindly; innocently. His boss was visibly squirming under the pressure. They both knew Roman had already won, no matter how much his boss fought back against his puppet strings. If he didn’t do what Sousa wanted, his hire would leave and he would get fired for losing Precision Horizon’s top-performing salesman. If he did do what Sousa wanted, he would continue to be backhandedly turned into his hire’s lackey. Both options were demeaning. The man ground his teeth in bitterness at his own helpless situation. Then, Roman put the sealing nail into the coffin: the one word that made his supervisor’s struggle even more painful. A word that, in its pleasant simplicity, made him feel like he was drowning.
“Please.”
Wow, that's awful xD
I've heard so many horror stories about college vans breaking down on trips. I guess I've been lucky because that's never happened to me yet...
Okay! Looking forward to it :)
I've heard so many horror stories about college vans breaking down on trips. I guess I've been lucky because that's never happened to me yet...
Okay! Looking forward to it :)
Oh no lol that's rough
And okay! Sounds good to me :) I should have time to reply tomorrow evening whenever you get your post up
And okay! Sounds good to me :) I should have time to reply tomorrow evening whenever you get your post up
Okay. I think a psych class project where students are randomly paired and have to research a topic (maybe using each other as test subjects as well?) would be good.
If we want to include a camping trip, maybe they could study survival instincts in humans or something like that
Or they could be in a geology class that goes on a camping field trip
If we want to include a camping trip, maybe they could study survival instincts in humans or something like that
Or they could be in a geology class that goes on a camping field trip
Yeah, I have some friends who decided to put all of their liberal studies off until junior/senior year, so they wouldn't have to work very hard in the end xD
I finished almost all of mine during my freshman year @~@ I think I just need six more liberal credits before I'm fully in my major/minor
Hmm. I dunno about your school, but at mine, PSY101 is required for pretty much everyone. Maybe they could take that together? It would be interesting for them to get paired up for a psych project where they have to study unusual human behavior or something like that.
I finished almost all of mine during my freshman year @~@ I think I just need six more liberal credits before I'm fully in my major/minor
Hmm. I dunno about your school, but at mine, PSY101 is required for pretty much everyone. Maybe they could take that together? It would be interesting for them to get paired up for a psych project where they have to study unusual human behavior or something like that.
Would they have any classes together? I could always set it up for Jay to have some liberal studies left (maybe he put some off instead of doing them all during his first two years)
@GodOfWar You're very welcome! I'm glad you like it :)
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