Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Feb 28, 2010 23:50:55 GMT -6
The sun beats down on the city of Seagall, the tempature reaching ninety-three degrees by midday. "Jesus it's scorching out. Why the hell'd I move here again?" Mutters a man by the name of Jason Majors in the midst of unloading a delivery truck. "All right, that's the last case of Milwaukee's Best. Looks like we got it all, Tom. Thanks for making the run again, it seems as if we need more of this stuff every week." Jason thanks the driver before sending him off, checking the last item on his clipboard.
Jason Majors is the assistant manager of Food Rite, a grocery store located near the center of Seagall. "Seagall, what a shithole." He curses toward the sky while peering out the docking bay door. This past week has been full of record highs, a heat wave the likes of which its residents have never seen before.
Say-gall, why'd I ever take this job? It's been a dead end for the past two years, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Nothing but this damn pin that is. Jason flicks his black assistant manager pin, his eyes following it as it bounces to the side then settles once again on the outside of his shirt pocket.
After fuming and fussing in the arid heat, he slides the chain down, allowing the bay door to come to a stop without busting his eardrums. Jason double checks everything on his list before leaving the Employees Only area, ready to be gone from this miserable place.
"Catch ya tomorrow, Jason. Later, Jas. Adios, Senior Jason." The clerks and cashiers bid him farewell as he pins his name tag to the file cabinet, its magnet holding it firmly in place. Jason is well like throughout the store, he maintains a pleasant demeanor despite his current slump. He finds that there is no need to take out frustration on others, unlike the higher-ups within the store.
In fact if not for Jason, many a person would have lost their job over a mere temper tantrum the store director happened to be suffering from at the time. He would bear the brunt of the tirade and calm the big boss down, playing the part of the pertinent Yes Man when necessary.
Yes, the only thing that keeps Jason from being driven insane by the mundane position are his fellow workers. They will listen to his problems and offer insight when applicable or merely nod and acknowledge his griefs if they have nothing to add. He smiles as he considers this positive aspect on his way through the parking lot. At least I've been around good people. That's all that matters sometime.
"Whoa, nearly four o'clock! If I get to the laudromat I can catch her." Jason leaps into the driver's seat of his Camaro, a perk possible only due to his hefty bonus this past month. Now that he is out of the wretched store, he realizes that things have actually been looking up as of late. He's been on the side for a promotion the last four months, subjecting himself to regular observations and interviews as the store director prepares to retire.
The crotchety old man has made Jason's life a living hell since he came aboard Food Rite, but it's nearly been worth it. Receiving promotion will ensure his career until retirement, an accomplishment that not many can claim. He rips off the drab gray polo of his workplace and dons his sunshades, shifting from assistant manager to female prowler in an instant.
Jason guns the engine and takes off from the parking lot, blasting down Main Street at a breakneck pace. Majors' Food, that'll be the name once I'm in charge. It'll be the start of an entire chain of grocery stores. We'll sweep the nation with out low prices and quality food. He ponders his goal for the next ten years on his way to laundromat, where a more immediate pleasure awaits him.
Screeching to a halt in between two minivans, He storms inside with a bag of dirty laundry. "Hey Isabela, how are ya today?" Jason chimes once taking his usual place near the rear of the store. Twelve dryers, six on top and six on bottom, line the eastern and western walls with the same number of washers located in the center of the store.
Isabela Keyes, the woman Jason has been fantasizing about for the past three weeks, flashes him a curt smile before replying, "Pretty good Jason. You seem rather upbeat today. Good day at the Rite?" She withdraws a pair of pink panties from her basket, making no motion to hide them from Jason's longing gaze, and drops them into the machine.
"Not really, it was shitty as always, but I was reminded of the inevitable promotion coming my way in mere months. All I need to do is wait for that ornery fool to leave for Ohio." Jason drums his bag while waiting for Isabela to finish loading her clothes. "Excuse me for a minute." She tells him, heading toward the restroom in quite a hurry.
Jason notices that she left both a few more clothes and her purse behind. Hmm, maybe I could snoop around to find out what she's into. It wouldn't hurt, I just have to be careful not to get caught in the act. He strokes his chin as he contemplates this development, perhaps the opportunity should be utilized as it presents itself.
Vitality: 100%
Inventory: Bag of dirty laundry
Entourage: Nobody
Status: Wondering what to do about Isabela's belongings
A) Snoop around her purse, she won't even know he moved if he acts swiftly enough, getting in good with her would be a sure shot if he is successful
B) Peruse her remaining laundry, finding fuel for his imagination wouldn't hurt any and she's far less likely to explode if he is caught
C) Take the proper action and wait, Isabela shouldn't have a person sifting through her private articles.....
Jason Majors is the assistant manager of Food Rite, a grocery store located near the center of Seagall. "Seagall, what a shithole." He curses toward the sky while peering out the docking bay door. This past week has been full of record highs, a heat wave the likes of which its residents have never seen before.
Say-gall, why'd I ever take this job? It's been a dead end for the past two years, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Nothing but this damn pin that is. Jason flicks his black assistant manager pin, his eyes following it as it bounces to the side then settles once again on the outside of his shirt pocket.
After fuming and fussing in the arid heat, he slides the chain down, allowing the bay door to come to a stop without busting his eardrums. Jason double checks everything on his list before leaving the Employees Only area, ready to be gone from this miserable place.
"Catch ya tomorrow, Jason. Later, Jas. Adios, Senior Jason." The clerks and cashiers bid him farewell as he pins his name tag to the file cabinet, its magnet holding it firmly in place. Jason is well like throughout the store, he maintains a pleasant demeanor despite his current slump. He finds that there is no need to take out frustration on others, unlike the higher-ups within the store.
In fact if not for Jason, many a person would have lost their job over a mere temper tantrum the store director happened to be suffering from at the time. He would bear the brunt of the tirade and calm the big boss down, playing the part of the pertinent Yes Man when necessary.
Yes, the only thing that keeps Jason from being driven insane by the mundane position are his fellow workers. They will listen to his problems and offer insight when applicable or merely nod and acknowledge his griefs if they have nothing to add. He smiles as he considers this positive aspect on his way through the parking lot. At least I've been around good people. That's all that matters sometime.
"Whoa, nearly four o'clock! If I get to the laudromat I can catch her." Jason leaps into the driver's seat of his Camaro, a perk possible only due to his hefty bonus this past month. Now that he is out of the wretched store, he realizes that things have actually been looking up as of late. He's been on the side for a promotion the last four months, subjecting himself to regular observations and interviews as the store director prepares to retire.
The crotchety old man has made Jason's life a living hell since he came aboard Food Rite, but it's nearly been worth it. Receiving promotion will ensure his career until retirement, an accomplishment that not many can claim. He rips off the drab gray polo of his workplace and dons his sunshades, shifting from assistant manager to female prowler in an instant.
Jason guns the engine and takes off from the parking lot, blasting down Main Street at a breakneck pace. Majors' Food, that'll be the name once I'm in charge. It'll be the start of an entire chain of grocery stores. We'll sweep the nation with out low prices and quality food. He ponders his goal for the next ten years on his way to laundromat, where a more immediate pleasure awaits him.
Screeching to a halt in between two minivans, He storms inside with a bag of dirty laundry. "Hey Isabela, how are ya today?" Jason chimes once taking his usual place near the rear of the store. Twelve dryers, six on top and six on bottom, line the eastern and western walls with the same number of washers located in the center of the store.
Isabela Keyes, the woman Jason has been fantasizing about for the past three weeks, flashes him a curt smile before replying, "Pretty good Jason. You seem rather upbeat today. Good day at the Rite?" She withdraws a pair of pink panties from her basket, making no motion to hide them from Jason's longing gaze, and drops them into the machine.
"Not really, it was shitty as always, but I was reminded of the inevitable promotion coming my way in mere months. All I need to do is wait for that ornery fool to leave for Ohio." Jason drums his bag while waiting for Isabela to finish loading her clothes. "Excuse me for a minute." She tells him, heading toward the restroom in quite a hurry.
Jason notices that she left both a few more clothes and her purse behind. Hmm, maybe I could snoop around to find out what she's into. It wouldn't hurt, I just have to be careful not to get caught in the act. He strokes his chin as he contemplates this development, perhaps the opportunity should be utilized as it presents itself.
Vitality: 100%
Inventory: Bag of dirty laundry
Entourage: Nobody
Status: Wondering what to do about Isabela's belongings
A) Snoop around her purse, she won't even know he moved if he acts swiftly enough, getting in good with her would be a sure shot if he is successful
B) Peruse her remaining laundry, finding fuel for his imagination wouldn't hurt any and she's far less likely to explode if he is caught
C) Take the proper action and wait, Isabela shouldn't have a person sifting through her private articles.....