Post by KADEN ALLINGHAM-HEMSWORTH on Aug 21, 2013 23:56:08 GMT -5
Responsibility. Kaden had been given actual responsibility.
Granted he had been an intern for Summit Records for about two years now, and most of those who had been his fellow interns at the time of his employment had since been promoted to more influential positions. Of Summit’s current interns, Kaden was by far the one who had been performing menial coffee-bringing and copy-making tasks for the longest.
Being ordered about by superiors with clearly very little in the way of mental capability was a bit unpleasant, he had to admit. But he generally found having to perform tasks that required analytical thinking equally as unpleasant. It wasn’t the thinking he hated; puzzles and intellectual challenges might have been the one thing that truly stimulated him. It was just the presence of authority that really bugged Kaden. Kaden’s brain was Kaden’s brain, his most prized possession, the only thing that really made him him, and he wasn’t interested in auctioning it off to the highest bidder. If Kaden were to do any sort of useful thinking, he wanted it to be on his own terms.
So he hadn’t quite reached a consensus within himself about how best to approach this sudden new “collaborative project” that he’d been assigned. He wasn’t sure that he deserved the sudden elevation in importance; his work as an intern for Summit Records had been mediocre at best. He supposed his current supervisor had probably grown bored of his lethargy, and was welcoming the opportunity to pass him off for a while.
The assignment seemed simple enough: Kaden was to coordinate a series of what today’s twenty-somethings seemed to be referring to as “flash mobs” in various locations around the city, incorporating several of Summit’s upcoming releases. The intention was that he would ten gauge the reactions of the observers, so as to gather data on which of the songs were more likely to be hits. Hard as it was to believe, Kaden sensed that this might be the fist scenario he’d ever encountered where his bachelor’s degree in sociology might prove remotely useful. And he was certain that the data tabulation and analysis was well within his capability. The difficult part would be physically mustering the motivation to organize these raucous affairs.
His supervisor had enlisted the help of a college student for his project. Kaden presumed that this was because college students were the only demographic that might conceivably be willing to participate in such a morally degrading affair as a “flash mob”. A connection at one of the local universities might be his only hope, seeing as Kaden himself certainly hadn’t had much success in connecting with college students during the four years he’d spent in close proximity with them. He’d had next to no friends at Barrie University. This student could be an asset, provided he or she was willing to do things Kaden’s way.
So here he was now, in a makeshift office he’d been assigned specifically for the project, waiting patiently for his new partner to arrive.
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