OSIRIS Techworks (aka OSIRIS Technologies)
Written and Illustrated by Underling
“Apparently progress has been slipping of late and a couple of projects have gone over budget, so things have been hotting up somewhat for the male employees while the plans are brought back on track - all of their Christmas leave was cancelled and there's now some serious micro-management going on, including unannounced spot checks and plenty of at-desk motivation provided for those who need it.” – “Do Your Bit If You Want To Sit”
“Lacking motivation? Struggling with a deadline? Speak to your manager. She is here to help you succeed.” – OSIRIS Staff Notice
Male OSIRIS employees have to undergo rather thorough physical exams, and Mr. Phillips has just been learning what happens when the nurse doesn't get the co-operation she needs: “I hope we understand each other now, Mr. Phillips, although that really shouldn’t have been necessary. The company procedure for male medicals is clearly laid out in your employee pack, and yet you chose to be a baby about it. I’m going to be adding a note to your file about your difficult behaviour, which I’m sure will be dealt with thoroughly back at work. They have whole days set aside for that sort of thing. For now, if you give me any more trouble then you’ll simply be paddled again, even harder – after which you’ll be getting your internal exam, AND providing your sperm sample, out there in the waiting room in full view of everybody.” – “Medical Mischief”
“'When productivity drops, trousers are sure to follow'; 'Missed deadlines lead to hot cane lines'; and finally, 'Do your bit if you want to sit'.” – OSIRIS Company Slogans
“Kevin Peters could scarcely remember spending a more uncomfortable morning at OSIRIS. Wanda, his overbearing and frankly sadistic line manager, had insisted he facilitate that day's course - Disciplinary Techniques - for the new female intake. Given just a day's notice Kevin had booked the training room, printed and bound manuals, sourced equipment, attached diagrams to whiteboards, and sent out invitations. With an empathetic shudder he had secured two well-used caning dummies - stitched and stuffed, he knew, by inmates of the local men's prison - to heavy tables. Finally satisfied, if more than a little apprehensive, he had waited at the door to distribute the course books and the long, whippy OSIRIS-issue canes to the arriving trainees. Here they came, giggling in anticipation, one or two of them taking the opportunity to upbraid him for no good reason - trying out their newly-appointed roles as managers of men…” – “Equipment Failure”