I walked to the nearest burger king and asked how to apply for a job. I wrote my resume on the burger wrapper in the trash can outside.
"Hi! Welcome to burger king and how may I help you?" said the current cashier.
"I want a job," I said as I tried to slick back my hair. But remember-- I got terminal alopecia in part 3 (pay attention, guys) and I only rubbed over the bald spots which were quite chilly due to the local weather.
The manager sat down in a chair in the table across from me. The table was quite beautiful if I do say so myself. It would look really good in a kitchen.
Anyway, he asked me, "Why do you want this job?"
So, I said, "So I don't starve to death and can provide myself basic shelter."
He chuckled and said, "I still live in my honda civic down the street. Good luck with that."
And so I accepted the job. My office is the farthest right corner which also doubles as the bathroom. It smells sometimes, but when life gives you lemons, freeze them and throw them at your enemies. In fact, I did that in the summer of '99 and thats how I got banned from idaho.
The manager asked me for my name. I realized that I couldn't give him my real one, so I told him the most aesthetic name I could think of (which also happens to be moe's name on roblox and wattpad): "UwuKittenSoCutie_123" with underscores and all.
I thought he'd judge me for my cute name but instead, he said...
