Elena stared at the infant, who was wearing a tiny government-issue ID badge.

The enemy was not incompetence. It was a force far greater: .

And below that, in bold letters:

And so began Elena's career in MPPE RRHH. Each day was a new circle of hell. The only working computer ran on Windows 98 and displayed a single folder: "RECURSOS HUMANOS (DO NOT TOUCH)." Touching it would crash the system for three days. The printer only printed in a language that looked like Klingon, and the coffee machine dispensed a viscous brown liquid that had been known to dissolve plastic spoons.