"Any luck, bro?" Edwardo asked me in the break room before work.
"Dude, how many times-" He cut me off.
"Sorry, sorry sorry. Any luck, Dude?" He was considerate. Which should be a good thing, except it looked like only me and his daughter took any care in noticing things like that. After all, he didn't need to be so considerate after what he caught from his ex wife a few months ago.
"There's there are these two things; a graveyard custodial job and a job being an entertainer."
"YOU an entertainer!? That I've gotta see!" He was taking his sweater off and looking for his name tag, I just left mine on my work shirt.
"Its not anything sexual, I don't think. It just says that I should have experience doing make up or costuming."
"Yeah, maybe now you can do something with that degree of yours. Which wasn't in make uping or costuming." He giggled and it made me laugh.
"No, I don't but I did take a few courses of special effects make up." I stood up and he shut his locker.
"That's right, I always forget that's where you met Rachel. Bitch." Edwardo knew not to say much more on the subject, it still pissed me off a bit.
"Yeah, so I think I might call both. The make up one doesn't have much info beyond that, the other one is six nights a week." We both walked out onto the floor. The lights were still off, not that we needed them on to get around, making the whole place kind of eerie.
"Damn, dude. You're starting to get on my level. I'm telling you though, you won't regret bringing in those big checks. But you'll miss having days off, that's for sure." Edwardo grabbed a small white towel from a bag we had underneath the sinks and started spraying it with all purpose soap.
"Yeah, I bet."
"So when are you going to call them?"
"I dunno, maybe on my lunch." I said as I started turning all the machines on.
"Hell yeah, dude! Do it." He said as he began cleaning the tables off.
I called both jobs, the custodial work told me to come in to their main office the next day and the other one just prompted me to record a voicemail, which was a bit odd. But I did both, got the job at the custodial place working in an office building six nights a week with an old black guy named Tony. But I still didn't get a reply from the entertainer position so I just stopped thinking about it.
"What we got here is a buncha' filthy college graduates with no respect for the real workers of the world, Brad." Tony told me on my first day. He would be training me for the rest of the week and then we would split up the work from then on.
"What do you mean exactly?" I ask him, I'm still not used to the stiff uniform I'm forced to wear.
"I mean exactly that! All the people who work here, damn! You'd swear they mama' never taught 'em how to throw trash away!" We started walking down the corridors. The whole night Tony told me about the people who worked in the building while the sun was up. He wasn't kidding either, my younger sisters had cleaner play areas than the cubicles in this place. But we weren't allowed to touch any personal stuff, just 'trash and shit' as Tony called it. In reality, we spent more time cleaning the windows and floors than anything else, sure there was a bathroom on each of the seven floors, but that only took about fifteen minutes per bathroom. This job wasn't nearly as hard as I had originally thought.
"Now once ya' able to fly on ya' own you can do whatever ya' like. If ya' got one of them iPads, you can listen to it all ya' want. Just no makin' calls, can you dig it?"
"Sure thing, Tony." I say.
This may have been a good idea afterall, I'll have to thank Edwardo for the idea.
-Sir Jestro
"Dude, how many times-" He cut me off.
"Sorry, sorry sorry. Any luck, Dude?" He was considerate. Which should be a good thing, except it looked like only me and his daughter took any care in noticing things like that. After all, he didn't need to be so considerate after what he caught from his ex wife a few months ago.
"There's there are these two things; a graveyard custodial job and a job being an entertainer."
"YOU an entertainer!? That I've gotta see!" He was taking his sweater off and looking for his name tag, I just left mine on my work shirt.
"Its not anything sexual, I don't think. It just says that I should have experience doing make up or costuming."
"Yeah, maybe now you can do something with that degree of yours. Which wasn't in make uping or costuming." He giggled and it made me laugh.
"No, I don't but I did take a few courses of special effects make up." I stood up and he shut his locker.
"That's right, I always forget that's where you met Rachel. Bitch." Edwardo knew not to say much more on the subject, it still pissed me off a bit.
"Yeah, so I think I might call both. The make up one doesn't have much info beyond that, the other one is six nights a week." We both walked out onto the floor. The lights were still off, not that we needed them on to get around, making the whole place kind of eerie.
"Damn, dude. You're starting to get on my level. I'm telling you though, you won't regret bringing in those big checks. But you'll miss having days off, that's for sure." Edwardo grabbed a small white towel from a bag we had underneath the sinks and started spraying it with all purpose soap.
"Yeah, I bet."
"So when are you going to call them?"
"I dunno, maybe on my lunch." I said as I started turning all the machines on.
"Hell yeah, dude! Do it." He said as he began cleaning the tables off.
I called both jobs, the custodial work told me to come in to their main office the next day and the other one just prompted me to record a voicemail, which was a bit odd. But I did both, got the job at the custodial place working in an office building six nights a week with an old black guy named Tony. But I still didn't get a reply from the entertainer position so I just stopped thinking about it.
"What we got here is a buncha' filthy college graduates with no respect for the real workers of the world, Brad." Tony told me on my first day. He would be training me for the rest of the week and then we would split up the work from then on.
"What do you mean exactly?" I ask him, I'm still not used to the stiff uniform I'm forced to wear.
"I mean exactly that! All the people who work here, damn! You'd swear they mama' never taught 'em how to throw trash away!" We started walking down the corridors. The whole night Tony told me about the people who worked in the building while the sun was up. He wasn't kidding either, my younger sisters had cleaner play areas than the cubicles in this place. But we weren't allowed to touch any personal stuff, just 'trash and shit' as Tony called it. In reality, we spent more time cleaning the windows and floors than anything else, sure there was a bathroom on each of the seven floors, but that only took about fifteen minutes per bathroom. This job wasn't nearly as hard as I had originally thought.
"Now once ya' able to fly on ya' own you can do whatever ya' like. If ya' got one of them iPads, you can listen to it all ya' want. Just no makin' calls, can you dig it?"
"Sure thing, Tony." I say.
This may have been a good idea afterall, I'll have to thank Edwardo for the idea.
-Sir Jestro
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