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I arrived at work, Starbucks from 10-2, it's not many hours but it helps pay the bills. I put on my apron and picked up a mop. I began mopping around tables and cleaning up spilt salt and coffee. It was tedious as all Hell.
I finally finished my shift, bought a half-priced coffee and headed toward the comic book store. My shift started there in an hour.
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After more than six months of working here I had become an expert shelf stacker, at least that's what I told myself so I didn't end up completely hating my job. Bob left last month to go live in the mountains or something, so I was automatically promoted to shop manager, which meant more shifts and more money, but it also meant that I was the only one working there. I put an ad in the shop window and even shelled out some cash to put one in the local paper. Still nothing. I guess people don't find working in a small, dimly-lit, coffee-stained store very appealing. I can understand why.
Time seemed to pass slower than ever as I sat at the front counter reading some second-hand comics, I still had two hours left in my shift. I felt like it would never end.
About 20 minutes passed when I heard the door open, I looked up and had to do a double-take. It was him, it was actually him. The guy from last summer. I put down the comic I was reading as he approached the desk.
"Uh, hey. I saw your ad in the paper."
It took me a few seconds to register what he had said, all I could do was look at him in disbelief.
"Oh, yeah, awesome. You looking for a job?"
"Yeah. I need it for my probation."
"P-probation? Like, probation from jail?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds, I just beat the shit out of some guy."
".."
"Look, if you don't wanna give me the job that's fine, I'll just look for another one."
"No. I mean, I can give you a trial period to see if your suitable."
"It's stacking shelves, I think I'm suitable."
"Um, yeah, but it's company policy."
"Alright, whatever. When can I start?"
"Monday. We'll see if you're up to it."
"Is that a threat or a challenge?"
Oh god, am I blushing? I'm blushing. Why am I blushing? He's not even flirting with me.
"U-uh, I-I don't .. know?"
"Dude chill, I'm fucking with you."
"Hah yeah, well um, yeah. You start Monday."
"Okay cool, later."
He left without another word. I had to sit down, my head was spinning and my palms were sweaty. Did that just happen?
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That night I lay in bed thinking about the events of the day, thinking about him.
I couldn't wait until Monday.
I finally finished my shift, bought a half-priced coffee and headed toward the comic book store. My shift started there in an hour.
-
After more than six months of working here I had become an expert shelf stacker, at least that's what I told myself so I didn't end up completely hating my job. Bob left last month to go live in the mountains or something, so I was automatically promoted to shop manager, which meant more shifts and more money, but it also meant that I was the only one working there. I put an ad in the shop window and even shelled out some cash to put one in the local paper. Still nothing. I guess people don't find working in a small, dimly-lit, coffee-stained store very appealing. I can understand why.
Time seemed to pass slower than ever as I sat at the front counter reading some second-hand comics, I still had two hours left in my shift. I felt like it would never end.
About 20 minutes passed when I heard the door open, I looked up and had to do a double-take. It was him, it was actually him. The guy from last summer. I put down the comic I was reading as he approached the desk.
"Uh, hey. I saw your ad in the paper."
It took me a few seconds to register what he had said, all I could do was look at him in disbelief.
"Oh, yeah, awesome. You looking for a job?"
"Yeah. I need it for my probation."
"P-probation? Like, probation from jail?"
"It's not as bad as it sounds, I just beat the shit out of some guy."
".."
"Look, if you don't wanna give me the job that's fine, I'll just look for another one."
"No. I mean, I can give you a trial period to see if your suitable."
"It's stacking shelves, I think I'm suitable."
"Um, yeah, but it's company policy."
"Alright, whatever. When can I start?"
"Monday. We'll see if you're up to it."
"Is that a threat or a challenge?"
Oh god, am I blushing? I'm blushing. Why am I blushing? He's not even flirting with me.
"U-uh, I-I don't .. know?"
"Dude chill, I'm fucking with you."
"Hah yeah, well um, yeah. You start Monday."
"Okay cool, later."
He left without another word. I had to sit down, my head was spinning and my palms were sweaty. Did that just happen?
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That night I lay in bed thinking about the events of the day, thinking about him.
I couldn't wait until Monday.
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