So remember when you thought that this job would be a piece of cake?
Never. Fucking. Mind.
The complete uproar of screaming children was something you never thought you'd hate as much as you did. You didn't realise how used to quiet you had gotten after working as a night janitor for all those months, and how much you actually liked the quiet. But the noise wasn't even the worst part. The thing that really made you want to bite someone's head off was when these tiny demonic monkey's would directly interact with you. You were considering beating them off with a stick, but you doubted that'd be good for the company image, let alone your own.
The next thing that contributed to your 'I'm not having a good time' list was the fact that the animatronic hadn't showed up. He was the one that was supposed to tell you what to do! He was the one that was supposed to entertain these little slobbering sacks of flesh (maybe that insult was a little harsh, but whatever)! And most of all, you hadn't actually met this animatronic. Hadn't said hi. Hadn't exchanged names. Hadn't laughed over the fact that you were still scared of the Teletubbies as a young adult.
Currently, you were doing your best to control the wild beasts (aka sugar-high children) by putting a whole pack of mentos into a Fizzy Faz, capping the bottle and letting it explode in their faces. It would; 1. Keep the kids occupied and; 2. Give you an excuse to tell the kids to leave you alone because you were cleaning up. But generally, the children mostly kept to themselves and only occasionally came up to talk to you, so maybe it wasn't as bad as you liked to think.
"Hey Y/N!" You started - then remembered you had a name tag and looked up from the mess you were cleaning. A tall-for-a-five-year-old girl in pigtails wandered up to you, bouncing on her toes with a huge grin on her face, "whatcha doin?"
You stood up and sighed, patting a rubber gloved hand on her head, "I'm doing adult stuff, Cindy Lou." You said, brandishing your dish soap, "So you can go play sparkle unicorns somewhere else, okay?"
"But..." Cindy, as you had named her, put her hands behind her back and stared at her feet, "I'm lonely! I was wondering if you would play with me!"
You turned your back, continuing to scrub the floor.
"Well that sucks a fat one, little Lou-Lou." You said innocently, batting your eyelashes with mock-pity, "Guuuueeesss I'm the Grinch in your story! Sorry about that." Talking with kids was so easy. You didn't get all twitchy-nervous like you did around adults who could actually understand when you were making fun of them. You didn't have to tone down your personality and act like such a brown-nose. That was the one nice thing about kids; you could be your normal annoying self around them and they wouldn't care (well, maybe you exaggerated yourself a little for the kids, but you get the point).
"But the Grinch befriends Cindy Lou at the end of the story!" The girl chirped, smiling ever so sweetly. You looked back at her and gaped. Maybe preschoolers were smarter than you gave them credit for.
You put on a face on intense decision-making, "hmmm... alright. I'll play with you. But under one condition- I get to be the Queen/King of the world!" You quickly grabbed a paper hat off of one of the tables and shoved in on your head, making Cindy giggle.
Okay, so maybe being around this particular kid wasn't bad. Of course you remembered that child-like imagination but it had never resurfaced like it did today. The two of you played for ages - and a whole story unfolded between you. It was... kind of nice to play around with Cindy. Not that it changed your opinion on kids at all, however - in your view they were still soul-sucking demons in disguise. But maybe that wasn't the case for all kids. Maybe some of them didn't have a heart after all.
