[ WP ] You have been accepted into the pantheon of Gods . Little did you know it was just like joining a company at entry level

`` Hey can I count on you to have the Croatia update ready by Wednesday? Mimir is going to lose his *head* if It's late again.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, sure, no problem. I'll just put Peru on hold for now and-'' 
 
 He interrupted me by sucking in air between his teeth in that really irritating way, you know the one. `` I'm afraid that's **also** due on Wednesday man, think you can squeeze in a few extra hours and get them finished up? That would be fantastic.'' 
 
 Without even waiting for a response he left me, alone in my cubicle once again, wondering why I even took this job. I mean the pay was n't too bad, at least when compared to my previous gig; unemployment, but the hours were crazy. They expect you to work twelve hours of day, not including overtime, without severance? That's downright archaic! 
 
 And yet here I am, leeching off the teet of the very system I condemn, for that is the american way. Or that is what I would have said, had I actually been american, so instead I've got nobody to blame but myself. But at least they tell you that if you work hard enough, I will climb up the corporate ladder in no time! 
 
 Of course, that's a lie. They do n't really tell you this shit going in, but it really is all kept in the family around here. Maybe `` Families'' is more apt, as there are more than one, but the point stands. Anyway I only know about this because my friend Dave, who was also the one who got me this gig, is from one of the big families. And i'm talking absolutely massive here, real dynasty level shit. So in reality hard work does n't matter and you can only even reach the ladder if you have generations worth of ancestors to stand on. Inspiring stuff. 
 
 When I heard about this of course I asked Dave why he'd give me a position I would never advance from. Turns out my dad, my *real* dad, was a bit of a womanizer in his days. And also a bit of a cunt, but that's beside the point. Turns out I actually have an in through him, marking it as the first thing he's ever done for me. Now I just have to use the legacy of people I've never met to reach a ladder I do n't fully comprehend to reach something I ca n't believe. Easy peasy. 
 
 And it all starts with the numbers. Dave always did say I was good with numbers, despite my degree in English literature, and maybe he was n't just talking out of his ass. This work was all I have anyway, it makes sense for me to lose myself to the numbers. It's ungrateful labor, but it is still satisfying in it's own way. Before I knew what had happened, I had finished the Croatia debrief. I'm ahead of schedule, I could simply take a break. Relax, kick back, and grab a quick coffee in the break room. 
 
 But then I looked at the files again and imagined the top floors, and the people which it housed, thinking about the power they wielded. To have a name that people could know, fear, or love all the same, just like them. Maybe I'd go through just one more file...
