A day in the life of a string

Hi everyone. There's someone I'd like you to meet. He doesn't really have a name, but we'll call him D. You may have seen him around before. Let me tell you more about him.

D used to be part of a larger workforce, located somewhere between Departments A and G, but he has recently been replaced by someone newer. His performance had been perfectly fine for a long time, but he suddenly found that his time was up.

He had been feeling the pressure for a while now, and this had made him fret quite a bit. It wasn't easy having to conform to the standard structure of the company. You could never predict when your continuing performance would be assessed and fine-tuned. Luckily the level of action always remained relatively constant, so they didn't have to do anything about that.

What really got to him was being constantly picked and hammered on. They said it was just part of the job. It was probably harder work for the boss than it was for him, but still, he had to suffer the effects of it. And having to bend to the will of a higher power...that really stretched him to his limits.

One day, the tension got too much for him, and he just snapped. He felt quite relieved afterwards, but felt he had somehow lost his purpose of existing.

That's when I came to his rescue. As you can see, D is now happily curled up in semi-retirement, his only job being to look good and accessorise a greater ensemble. He gets most days of the week off, and spends the time doing absolutely nothing. Being made redundant isn't so bad after all.

If you know of any others who have similar stories to that of D, please pass them on to me, rather than simply tossing them aside, to be good for nothing but to be thrown out. I'm going to try and start a collection around my wrist. Thank you.