A/N: Yes...yes...I know. Back again. No happy go lucky sexy times this time. A bit of angst thrown in for fun. I promise a good time though.

Melanie and Dally are again excused in this foray into the drabble. So please excuse my mistakes.

I blame Kyla for this...just so you know.

I hate my job.

I know a lot of people will say that but I really do hate my job.

I spend all day locked in a room the size of a coffin.

I really hate my job.

When I graduated from college with a business degree my Uncle Alec pulled me aside.

He told me he knew my parents were disappointed that I had not followed in my father's footsteps and become a doctor.

He wanted me to take over his legacy.

Port Angeles Self-Storage.

It would be mine.

I would own it and could do with it whatever I wanted.

At the time it sounded like an amazing offer.

Working for myself.

No one to boss me around.

A steady paycheck with little stress.

I did not hesitate to accept his offer.


A year later and I am in hell.

It stopped being fun eleven months ago.

I am bored out of my mind.

I have to stay here all day…

Every day…

Because you never know when someone will want to rent a storage space.

There are on average…

Three people that come in each week to rent or renew their space.

So that means I interact with a human being…

Only three hours a week.

I hate my job.

A/N: So...expect three more chapters today and then at least one a day.

I will not blow my load...I will not blow my load.

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