The racket made by the IT and call center workers from India in their large portion of the third floor cubicle farm where Jacob Raus had his office made it next to impossible for him to concentrate Wednesday morning. Their agonized screams even drowned out KASD Radio Sunnydale's raucous morning program that he was fruitlessly listening to while preparing his quarterly report for FazBear's Inc.
It was not as good as he'd initially expected, thanks to the recent dip in the overall economy.
Profits from Wolfrum and Hart's latest venture into the children's entertainment industry were down, not to mention his little retirement scheme, which involved FazBear's Inc. end-of-the-line satellite restaurant in small town Sunnydale going belly up, was not going as smoothly as originally anticipated.
A man, no, a mass of flame shaped like a man, stumbled past his cubicle, screaming in Hindi to Vishnu, who clearly wasn't listening.
At the beginning of the official business year Wolfrum and Hart had brought in Indian contract workers because they were cheaper after firing about three quarters of their regular, tenured IT and call center staff to make room for the new global economy. The flaming contractor had fallen, and was now rudely burning a man-shaped hole in the beige carpet while blocking Jacob's access to that floor's coffee station, had he chosen to take his 10:00 coffee break.
This third floor morning shake-up by upper management was doubtlessly because the considerable savings created by bringing in foreign IT and call center workers while firing their current, local tenured staff did not balance out the contracted worker's charging double the stated estimate costs for project completions along with an upswing in customer complaints while repeatedly moving all contracted project deadlines up, which more than tripled overall costs… so what if it all originally meant Wolfrum and Hart could eliminate entire pension, group insurance, and retirement funds from tenured staff while having them train the newcomers at initial implementation before termination, thus creating a considerable dividend for themselves and their stockholders?
Judging by the screams and smoke outside Jacob's cubicle, Upper Management had decided to cut their losses by firing tall foreign contract workers, starting with the accountant whom had initially recommended hiring them in the first place.
Sweating nervously even as the dybbuk that shared his body reassured Jacob that things were still A-O.K. and that all they had to do was be patient and things would still work as originally planned, Jacob opened his golf umbrella over his workstation as the building's sprinkler system went off, extinguishing the remains of the recently fired.
As the sprinkler system and the fire alarms died down, Jacob Raus brushed off the ashes that had landed on his keyboard, picked up the phone, and with the remains of the man-made indoor downpour dripping from his sheltering umbrella, made a call to the more public face of FazBear's Inc., Mr. Henry.