Omega and the beast

Chapter 1

Take the job at an ice cream parlour they said, it will be fun they said. IN MY ASS!

"For fuck's sake Ryan! This is the third time this week you mix the lactose-free ice cream with the regular one. Do you have any idea how many customers who've called in to me and complained? How many who have asked for compensation for the damage you've imposed on them?!"

"Perhaps it wasn't the best thing I could have done, no... But everyone makes mistakes, right? I can personally admit that the labels on the packages are quite similar and should be,"

"Right now, I have four plaints lying on my desk and this because my most clumsy and useless salesman cannot read!"

"To sue us is maybe a bit too far to take this, don't you think sir? I mean; it should help if they just ease the pressure, so to speak. In itself it can be classified as a chemical weapon cause lactose farts are DEATH! We could give them free dessert for a whole week, though the chance of them returning here is... quite small?"

"Don't you understand the seriousness of what you have done?! I took a chance hiring you. It was just because my niece asked me to give you a chance. Now I see why no one in this town wants you!"

Of course, I understand that it's a bit bad to mix dairy products with allergy substitutes. But we're all just humans, right? Sometimes you make mistakes, even though it in my case may be more often than rarely. Like almost always... And quite often, whatever I do.

"You know what this means..."

"That we can offer extra toilet paper with the ice cream cones?" I smiled hopefully, though I knew what was coming. And it made the anxiety, which I tried to hold back, to grow in my chest.

"Return your name tag. Before Monday your locker should be empty."

"I cannot get another chance then?" I grinned, fighting the urge to cry. But Mr. Petersen just glared at me with an outstretched hand. Bitterly I tore off my ice cream hat and name tag before I handed them over. "Doesn't anyone in this place have any humour?"

"Not since my four-star ice cream parlour dropped to a second ranking."

"Ouch."

"Leave!"

My name is Ryan Wilhelm Moe. I'm a twenty-three, almost twenty-four, year old unemployed loser who's weak for sarcasm and irony but a badass at organizing!

You might be wondering why I'm an unemployed loser. Well, you probably understand that after the ice cream incident, but there are similar incidents on my list of failures. But hey, I'm optimistic! I believe how I one day will find the right thing to do in life even if it's not at an ice cream parlour downtown on Rosehill's lane.

Sometimes I feel like I'm lost. As if I am lost in life and walking on a path that doesn't belong to me. Whatever I undertake, sooner or later it ends with disaster. It doesn't matter what I'm doing for work, it's as if fate wants to either mock me or tell me that I'm fucking lost.

I'm a guy with a sense of humour. I try to use it to keep my spirits up in my otherwise dull life. It's the humour that keeps my anxiety at bay. The anxiety I feel from being a complete failure. I don't want to be a failure, but that's my lot in life so why not try to make the best of it?

I'm a generally good-looking guy even though I use to be quite invisible in large crowds. Not too good-looking but not ugly in any way either. I get flirted with, and I flirt back. But nothing more than that.

I have chocolate brown hair in what's supposed to be a styled fringe haircut. But my bangs are wavy, I'm just saying. It divides in both directions. I can't say I hate it; it is as it is. I'm of average height I would say, a reasonable height anyway! Slim and with a rickety physique.