Egg Roll Paradise

Stifling through my back pack, I was rushing to get out of the house. Quickly I gave up, and left through the back door. I knew by the time I passed the tree with a mutated bird, I was going to be late for my first day at work.

The air was filthy and clogged with pollution as I covered my mouth from breathing in the awful stench that brewed between what I assume was the pressed 'meat' and week old lettuce. I see the opening to the factory as there was only one letter lighten, where as it should say employees, but instead its just 'P.' I knew this place was minimum wage, but I expected a little more decency. Never did I imagine I would be here, working 13 hour shifts, from 4 in the morning to 5 in the afternoon. The stench was almost unbearable, but as I walked in, trust me, it got worse. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to look for the manager to complain about the liabilities of my health and whether or not I'm in any immediate danger from the toxicity of this place.

No one really cared to answer my questions, so I spent a good hour trying to find out where the office was. And by the time I did, I was pissed off and ready to rage war against all humanity. I knocked, and knocked; then the door swung open, revealing the character out himself. I thought I was angry, but man, his hair stood out just to prove the point he wasn't going to stand for my shit of an attitude, more of a posh one I might add. I came from a high paying, high class family, and well, he was a manager of an egg roll factory. At least his clothes were draped in the sense that he only half way cared about them. Although I don't have much room to speak, since I'm working for him, and I lost most of my fortune to a night gambling in Vegas.

The manager glanced one look at me and asked, "Who hired the emo fuck?" I wasn't much of a speaker, but I knew he was asking me a question, so I answered, "Some guy named Gerard did." Apparently he wasn't amused by that, and that's how I spent half an hour being lectured on what a 'rhetorical question' is.

"Are you the new kid?" He actually asked. I paused and thought carefully of my word choices, "Yes....I'm your...new..employee-e." And once again I was scolded by the dragging of my words, and was told I was lazy for tripping over sentences. At this point, I realized there was no way around the fact that he would get angry, anything I did would piss him off one way or another. So I just sat there, waiting for him to dismiss me, but he didn't. Instead he apologized for being rude and asked me for dinner tonight as a way to get to know each other. I stood there, dumbfounded, I didn't want to say yes, but I knew there wasn't a dinner at home waiting for me. "Well, would you like to go out to dinner or not, it's my treat to you." Mr. Way commenced. "I-I...Yes." I hesitantly replied, slightly relaxing my tense muscles. I couldn't believe him, how dare he ask me out on such a weird time to request. Plus, it wasn't like I was flirting with him, trust me when I say this, I was terrified. He's also like ten years older than me, so.....Maybe that's his fetish. On this show about weird fetishes, there was a girl who liked to dry hump teddy bears, she viewed them as dominating male characters. I couldn't see it.

I wasn't sure how to reply to Mr. Way, but he seemed to understand my confusion and broke the silence, "Be ready by eight. I'll pick you up at your place." "How do you know where I live?" I asked, not rhetorically. "I'm your boss, I have your resume." He surpassed. "Oh yeah." I said, stupidly, mentally slapping myself.

What the hell was going on here? It's like he's a snake charmer, slowly gravitating us closer, as I'm the tranced snake. Before anything goes down, I leave the office, excusing myself to go work. I'm not sure how I feel about this place. What am I talking about? It's not like I can quit or anything, hell, I'm lucky I have a job in New Jersey. Especially minimum wage, some people pay to work at their jobs. Stop being such a self-centered bitch, Frank. From now on, you are the caring, kind, and generous Frank. This is the beginning of a new life, one that I'm sure will end up me being sad, but at least I'm willing to try.

Notes

Okay this is going to slowly get updated, because its kind of just a fun story I felt like making. Plus things will be fast paced and wonderful. Yes, I know they're assholes, I wanted them to be self-absorbed sluts waiting for their next victim. But I hope you liked it.

-XOXO Fqomb.