Tenement Funster

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Brian opened the door to the bookshop and was glad to be back.  They weren't opening for a half hour and he used the key Gordon had given him during the holidays.  He found Gordon behind the counter and his partner Carl next to him.

"Morning  Brian..." Carl greeted.  Brian smiled at the two men.

"Good morning..."  Brian replied.  "How are you two today?"  he asked them.  

"Good...good..."  Carl answered.  Gordon gestured at Brian as he walked from behind the counter.

"Hi Brian..." Gordon told him as he held up a key.  "The project we need your help with today is actually next door..."  he advised.  Brian was curious.  He knew there was some kind of business next door but it wasn't open.  The door was covered with paper and he never had the time or inclination during the busy holiday rush to ask.  

"What's next door?"  Brian questioned as he followed Gordon out of the door to the book shop.  He noted Carl coming up behind him.

"It used to be a print shop..."  Carl answered.  "The owners closed up shop last summer and we bought their inventory and equipment from them..."  he explained.

"We own this building and we didn't have time to do anything with it before we got busy with the holidays..."  Gordon added to the explanation.

"Oh...so you need help sorting it?"  Brian asked.  

"Yes...and we need to inventory everything inside...figure out what we might sell and what we might keep..."  Carl responded.  

"Right..."   Brian replied.  He would do anything to help Gordon out since he was kind enough to keep him on.  It was hours he would get paid for so he didn't care what he was doing.  "Just tell me what you need me to do..."  he offered.  

Carl unlocked the door and stepped inside.  Switching on the lights and Brian walked in to find what was clearly an abandoned print shop.  The large counter at the front and machines of varying uses visible behind it.  There were shelves of wrapped packets of paper and boxes of envelopes and cardstock.  

"You can see there is a lot to sort through..."  Carl remarked.  "I left some clipboards on the counter we can use to start logging the contents..."  he advised.  Brian pulled off his coat and hung it on the tree stand at the front.

"Alright..."  Brian responded.  He walked over and picked up a clipboard.  He saw that Carl already had lined paper attached to it with categories listed.  Brian was impressed with how organized Carl was.  "Where should I start?"  he asked as Carl grabbed the other clipboard and Gordon advised he was heading back to the open the bookshop.

"You can start with counting all the boxes of paper and how many we have of each size, color and grade..."  Carl requested.  Brian nodded and headed to the shelf.  Pulling the pencil from the clipboard and reaching for the first stack of boxes.

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John was dismayed to find about 4 other candidates in the waiting room when he arrived.  He checked in with the receptionist and took the remaining seat by the other interviewees.  After thinking about what he might get asked in the interview and preparing an answer as to why he wasn't at McMillan any longer, he heard his name get called.  He stood up and followed the receptionist through a door and down a short hallway.

"Mr. Reid will be interviewing you..."  the receptionist explained.  She stopped in front of a half open door and knocked as she opened it.  "John Deacon for you..."  she announced.