Case of the Mondays
Hundred and some odd years and I've never felt this low before. Every night at ten o'clock sharp it happens, five nights a week. Monday to Friday, there's no escaping it. Cursing about Big Brother and the true evil in the world I press the buttons on a keypad before pressing enter. Now I'm on the sodding clock. First time in my life, dead or alive I've ever done honest work. Thought I might give it a try, not like anyone in this town is willing to play a gave of cards with a souled vampire these days. My days of mooching off the slayer or broody pants seems to be over.
Nothing like a soul to change a blokes life.
Honest work. Hated those words. Never felt dread in my life the way I'd felt it last week, forcing myself to walk into a bloody temp agency. Only thing I knew about temps was mine was room temperature. Which limits my employability a good deal it turns out. Seems to be how I ended up as a blownup bellboy at the airport of all places. Valet, even have a nametag that says Spike on it. Good on me.
Least I'm not serving burgers and fries way the slayer used to back in the 'Dale. Don't have to worry much about her showing up here to demand I park her car. Now if Angel were to pull in, might enjoy putting a few an arse load of dents on one of his shiny cars. Then again, doubt the lot of em can scratch together a quarter for the bus these days.
Nothing like a soul to change a blokes life.
Honest work. Hated those words. Never felt dread in my life the way I'd felt it last week, forcing myself to walk into a bloody temp agency. Only thing I knew about temps was mine was room temperature. Which limits my employability a good deal it turns out. Seems to be how I ended up as a blownup bellboy at the airport of all places. Valet, even have a nametag that says Spike on it. Good on me.
Least I'm not serving burgers and fries way the slayer used to back in the 'Dale. Don't have to worry much about her showing up here to demand I park her car. Now if Angel were to pull in, might enjoy putting a few an arse load of dents on one of his shiny cars. Then again, doubt the lot of em can scratch together a quarter for the bus these days.