Intro to smoking sessions of the pet barn
They come in at 7 every single morning. The clanging of stainless steel bowls and plastic bottles fills the rooms that own a sink. The smell of rodents and the dust and feathers of avian creatures fills the nostrils and burns the eyes. With an cheap and ancient dish scrubber, hands fill the dirtied bowls that were not cleaned because they had been "conviently" forgotten, with a thin yet powerful cleaning solution. So many dishes can make the fingers pink and sore, mostly a result from the "safe" cleaner. Fish are checked on and fed, water is tested and filters changed. Nets are prepared for use. Birds and rodents eagerly wolf down the vegetables that were prepared so carefully, and seed is flung everywhere from both ends. Sweeping, mopping, wiping and scrubbing all commence. Medication is dosed and given to those critters who need it, and form after form is filled out and initialed.
Devin Dollan was one of these people who came in, in the morning. His hair still standing at an odd angle from the bed he rolled out of only 20 minutes before. His deep brown eyes would suffer watery results from the birds he detested so much, and his temper was cut short from a sink full of dishes that had been collected the day before.
Devin never had much patience for the store, at least after he had worked there for a year. The store would generally give him a short temper, although he kept feelings of rage much to himself. The site of the glowing sign in the first light of the morning made him nearly sick, and anyone who mentioned he worked at the nationally renound pet store known as Pet Barn, annoyed him immensely.
There was only one main reason he kept up with the university. He could not bear the thought of working in Pet Barn for any longer than needed. He felt trapped. He knew other job opprotunities were available, but the Pet Barn had one thing that was noteworthy: a relatively decent pay rate. It had kept him at the place since he started four years earlier, when he was a junior in high school.
This morning turned out to be like any other. He woke up late but just in time. He felt depressed that he wasnt sick or injured so that he could some how call in sick. He parked his car at the end of the parking lot of the store, and spent a moment with a cigarette to look at the sign that marked the first hour of 5 hours of mind-numbing torture.
As he smoked another car entered the parking lot. It was a beat up black trans-am. Devin smiled. One thing that made work a bit more bearable was the coworkers, at least some of them. This was one of those workers.
Devin Dollan was one of these people who came in, in the morning. His hair still standing at an odd angle from the bed he rolled out of only 20 minutes before. His deep brown eyes would suffer watery results from the birds he detested so much, and his temper was cut short from a sink full of dishes that had been collected the day before.
Devin never had much patience for the store, at least after he had worked there for a year. The store would generally give him a short temper, although he kept feelings of rage much to himself. The site of the glowing sign in the first light of the morning made him nearly sick, and anyone who mentioned he worked at the nationally renound pet store known as Pet Barn, annoyed him immensely.
There was only one main reason he kept up with the university. He could not bear the thought of working in Pet Barn for any longer than needed. He felt trapped. He knew other job opprotunities were available, but the Pet Barn had one thing that was noteworthy: a relatively decent pay rate. It had kept him at the place since he started four years earlier, when he was a junior in high school.
This morning turned out to be like any other. He woke up late but just in time. He felt depressed that he wasnt sick or injured so that he could some how call in sick. He parked his car at the end of the parking lot of the store, and spent a moment with a cigarette to look at the sign that marked the first hour of 5 hours of mind-numbing torture.
As he smoked another car entered the parking lot. It was a beat up black trans-am. Devin smiled. One thing that made work a bit more bearable was the coworkers, at least some of them. This was one of those workers.