First day nerves! The job description was vague, but I’m sure my new boss (literally ZEUS) will fill in the details later. Plus free meals every day?? Pinch me.

Day 1,096 of consuming Prometheus’s liver.

My office’s view (a frozen summit in the Scythian Mountains) is gorg. But the taste of raw liver is growing bland. Same organ day after day. Might not be so bad if I weren’t such a foodie. Whose eternal suffering is this, anyway?

I know I should be grateful to even have a job, but it gets lonely up there.

Would it KILL Prometheus to at least try and have some rapport with me? Hasn’t even asked my name.

Whatever. As long as it keeps a nest under my wife’s head…

Horrible day!

A blizzard buried Prometheus’s body, so I couldn’t find my office till late.

Then, my performance review was dinged for not eating enough liver (I’ve been saving room to taste test other stuff like heart and kidneys). I have a mandatory “touch base” Tuesday to “review expectations and responsibilities.”

VENT: How am I supposed to go above and beyond if I have no freedom to develop my role? Maybe AFTER completing the liver I could stay after hours to eat the other stuff? Ugh, now I’m too afraid to ask.

Today’s rose and thorn.

Rose: I’ve started a spice cabinet and stashed it on a neighboring summit. Experimenting with flavors has gotten me out of my work rut!

Thorn: This morning, Prometheus finally started talking to me. Things were going really well till I asked, Any plans this weekend? My wife and I would love to have you for dinner. Blew it. I’m so awkward.

Excited to trial a new seasoning tomorrow.

🙁

Today, another beast (also employed as an eternal punisher) said Aetös, you seem off.

I lied, saying liver stuff has been extra busy lately (thrashing through the abdomen, getting my beak dirty in the bile). The daily grind.

Really, I was beating myself up for the loose lid on the Old Bay spice that I dropped in Prometheus’s wound.

Spilled the whole dang jar in there.

237 livers later, the Old Bay taste is fully gone.

My wife says I’m too invested in work. From now on, I’m gonna put my head down, complete my tasks, and focus more on what brings me joy, like family and playing with rat carcasses.

Forget what I said yesterday. I had a revelation sent from the gods. I’ve packed my Solo Stove for work today and am making a delicious paté.

What’s the worst that could happen—Zeus zaps me with a bolt?

When I arrived at work today, my spice cabinet and Solo Stove had been struck by many lightning bolts.

Management says Zeus views my Solo Stove as a symbolic endorsement of Prometheus’s crimes.

I’m this close to submitting my 14-livers notice.