Just another day.

I hear the screams of a man gone passed his mental limit as I type away at my computer, not even batting a eye to his slow demise.
Just another day
I smell the stench of blood as a janitor walks by my computer with a mop and bucket full of blood and bits of meat.
Just another day
I see a man with a orange jumpsuit, knowing his death is near as the words "Class D personnel, please enter the containment cell" is spoken through out the room.
Just another day
I watch my computer screen, quickly typing out my document and wondering why I'm still here, why I haven't quit this horrible excuse for a job.
Just another day
Welcome to the foundation, may I take your coat?
SECURE.CONTAIN.PROTECT.