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…
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.