How time flies

Oh great..

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Tom slipped off to the truck loading thing still holding his croissant sandwich as he stepped out of the car.

Tom tried to dress a little nicer than normal with blue jeans and a white button up instead of his normal black jeans and hoodie.

He quickly finished his sandwich as he walked in and stopped at the front desk. There was no one in eyesight so he rang the bell at the front counter.

They probably don't have to worry about people coming in except expectors or something so he understood no one being at the front.

Not too long a man in a light red button up walked out and in black jeans came out behind the counter.
A toothpick hung from his lip with a huge grin as he saw tom

"Hiya there! Are you a new worker?" he said to tom. Tom could already feel the headache from his hyperness.

Tom gave a small nod following with a mhm below his breath.

"Man you're not a talker hm? Well im joey! I love talking!'
Tom couldn't help to gringe at how loud he was giving off a cold glare. Well he didn't mean to, he only noticed when joey pointed it out.
" What's with the glare? Did I say something that bugged you?"

"So sorry. I just look it" Tom said, trying to smile a little.

"Oh that's okay! My best friend does too. I'm used to grumpy guys and quiet guys like yourself!!" joey said as he began digging in a shelf behind him

"I used to have a friend just like you so i feel the same way" tom said looking to the side thing of old edd and matt as their old loud selves

"Oh neat! I think we are gonna get along great uhhhh tom right!?" Joey said, turning around holding a badge with Tom's name on it.

"Mhm, that's me." Tom said, taking it from him as he clipped it to his shirt pocket.

"You can follow me to the back and I'll give you a tour!!" Joey said going back through the door he came from as Tom went around the counter and followed not too far behind.

The place was filled with boxes. Some were open as Tom walked by, he would peck in to see some full of guns, amonishion and so on.

As they went further in they had the back full of people unloading trucks. Tom read the side of one reading "tek-067" tom raised a brow but soon realized it was where they made the stuff and they brought it here to box up to different bases.

Another truck was being loaded. All he could make out in one box was " Red Ar-" as it was loaded up.

Tom did not question it and shrugged it off, turning back to Joey who had been babbling the whole time.

"Oh ta truck loaders and unloaders here ! oh and over here is sorting and taping up! Oh and there are the explosives!!"

Joey finally lead tom to a back office and pulled out a clip board and handed it to tom
" This is a log that everyone has.
You check off how many boxes you do in a day.
The amount of boxes depends on your pay! And helping unload or load a truck also gets you paid.
And you can work however long you want. Well, sort of..you can only work up to 9 hours a day but you don't have to!
If you finish the amount of boxes you wanna do then you can go home whenever but you always have to check in your clipboard so it can be sent down to the red and get your paycheck!
A lot of people write down tallys as they finish every five boxes to keep track, while some count as they go.
Id edvise to start by tallying.
You get paid every Saturday and your paycheck will either come in a check in your mailbox at the front desk or to your bank account.
Whichever one you filled in when you applied!
Oh another thing the password to the computer is N0R5K1 all caps."