Chapter 1:


    Dear Diary,


    I lost my job today.


    I don''t mind so much, I don''t like working.


    But food.


    I hope I can find a better job, though. I didn''t like the people at the last one. It''s why I left.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    I didn''t "leave," I guess. Got fired. Tony, you remember tony, right Diary, Tony grabbed my arm today, pushed me against the wall. So I smashed his balls with my steel-toed boot.


    He didn''t like that very much. Neither did Bob.


    Bob didn''t see what happened to me, didn''t care either. He saw Tony crumpled up and crying and put enough pieces to scream two words at me.


    "You''re fired!"


    I wasn''t too broken up, like I said, wasn''t a very fun job, but now I gotta go get another one. That part isn''t ever very fun. At least when you''re not having fun at a job you get paid.


    Maybe my next job will be fun. I hope so. Maybe that one store on GC Street. It''s had a "Help Wanted" sign forever.


    But I won''t start until tomorrow. My shoulder hurts too bad, I should rest.


    Goodnight, Diary.