Another Shitty Job

Sean Verbinski was a shitty guy who had burned through a baker’s dozen of shitty jobs by the time he was twenty-three. Because he was young, enjoyed the party lifestyle, was obstinately undereducated and still lived with his parents, the vocational washout situation was not really surprising to anyone. And the young man’s status was not likely to change anytime soon since his motivation was nil. Sean’s hobbies were sleep, masturbation and more sleep. After one particularly nasty argument with the parental units about his failure to launch, Sean went out and got a tattoo of a leech on the creamy inner skin of his right forearm.

So it was quite surprising to Sean when he received a response to his online resume from a temp agency he had never heard of. A Mr. Reeper had emailed him about setting up an interview with the Precious Time employment agency. His parents had been balking at making yet another car payment for their layabout son, another cash advance which they knew they would never recover in this lifetime. So Sean figured he had better show up and pretend to care.

On the agreed-upon Tuesday afternoon, Sean found himself in a strip mall parking lot, staring at the quite unimpressive and actually rather shady office space occupied by the Precious Time agency. The view through the plate glass was largely blacked-out with sloppily applied paint and a clumsily hand-painted sign warned “NO WALK-INS.” He could just make out an uninhabited receptionist’s desk and a few dying potted plants by peeping though the places the paint brush had missed on the…