The Box Job

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
After losing my job, I have been offered a new occupation at the "Box Company". Part 1 of my venture. I will tell the rest, if requested.

Submitted: October 15, 2014

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  It was my first day at my brand new job. I wasn't particularly too excited, to be honest. I had recently been laid off from my last occupation (turtle psychology), and I was basically heartbroken. The turtles were my friends. I could talk to them about my problems and... they would always listen. It was a mutual relationship, you see. But unfortunately, I was fired for getting... a bit too close with one of my patients. Don't think about that.

 
Turtles aside, though, I needed a new job. I met with my good friend Cup at a local café the day after I was laid off. It was cloudy and chilly in New York City around this time of early November. The city kept moving as it always does though, despite the cold. I entered the café and felt the warm pastry scented air surround me. I loved this place. I always came here to relax with some coffee and free wifi. I saw Cup sitting in a booth against the wall placed near a window. There were two coffees on the table, one of which he was sipping and one of which he had purchased for me. I love Cup. 
 
He shot me the silent "'sup" in which he grinned and tilted his head upward for a moment. I retaliated, and made my way over to the booth. I sat down across from him and took a sip of my beverage. 
 
"Thanks man. You're the best," I said.
 
"Don't mention it. I figured you'd need some help after yesterday."
 
"I just need a new job. I can't live like this..." I looked down at my drink and let out a sigh. Cup spoke up.
 
"Well you're in luck, my friend." I looked up at him.
 
"What are you talking about?"
 
"I think I've got something that might be good for you."
 
"A job?"
 
"A job. You should work for my uncle, dude! He's got a spot open." Cup put his hand on my shoulder. "And I think it's got your name on it."
 
"Well... what does he do?"
 
"He owns a company. A box company, actually. I don't know a lot about it, just that it involves lots of boxes." I looked at Cup strangely.
 
"What the hell do you do in a 'box company'?" Cup leaned in.
 
"Look. You're jobless. You need a job. You wanna end up on the streets like Chris?" Cup pointed out the window at Chris, who was staring at us awkwardly. God, I hate Chris.
 
"Fine... I'll guess I try it out. Can't hurt, I mean." Cup smiled and punched my arm.
 
"That's what I like to hear, man. You got this." I hoped he was right.
 
Cup gave me all the information he had about this "box job". The next day, he got in touch with his uncle and told him that I needed his assistance in the jobular field. Later that day Cup informed me that I had... gotten the job. I didn't expect it to happen that quickly. No interview or anything. But hey, I had a job again. I wasn't gonna question anything. I was to show up Cup's uncle's (to whom I was to refer to as Mister Hat) office early the next morning. I wasn't sure what to wear to my box job, though. When I worked with the turtles I always wore a tie with a complimentary blazer. I decided I would bring the blazer with me, but probably end up leaving it in my car. I kept the tie, though. I always tried my best to dress well.
 
The box company building was huge. A lot bigger than I imagined. I entered the building and immediately saw Mister Hat standing in the center of the room. It looked as if he was the only one there. I got a bit nervous. He didn't move or blink at all, even when I waved at him. 
 
"What the hell.." I mumbled to myself. I decided to walk up to him. I spoke up.
 
"Excuse me, Mister Hat?" After a few seconds, he blinked. Then he looked at me.
 
"Yes?" He said. 
 
"Uhm... I'm here for my new job."
 
"New job? Who are you?"
 
"I'm sorry. I'm Jacob Turtlehoo. Your nephew told you about me."
 
"Nephew? Hmm..." There was silence. Mister Hat spoke again.
 
"I suppose I can give you some work. I want you to go the basement and watch the boxes."
 
*Are you freaking kidding me...* I thought.
 
"Watch the boxes? As in supervise them?"
 
"Yes, precisely! Until 10 pm tonight. You will be sufficiently paid." Mister Hat said.
"Bye now!" He charged out the doors.
 
I was left alone in the middle of the huge room. There very well could've been people on the levels above me, but I swear, I felt so alone in this building. There were hundreds of cars parked outside, though. So I convinced myself that I was not alone here. Maybe there were people in the basement... I supposed I would have to find out. I entered the elevator.


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