My Name is Jack

Jack's First Job

     Jack skipped down the street happily singing " gerd morin, gerd morin, gerd morin!" He would stop and whistle a bit every now and then as he skipped up the street of the busy city happily. He had a big grin on his face and didn't seem to stop skipping.
" Er..... Lerme see...... Yep just arbout twernty more minurtes!" He hummed happily the same tune he was singing seconds ago. About twenty minutes passed and Jack was walking slowly panting. The interview center came into sight and he picked himself up and started skipping wildly fast. He flung around his stick wildly. Cries from children and adults could be heard as they were whacked in the face with a piece of bamboo that flung wildly from a skipping man's hand. Despite all the commotion Jack was to busy humming to even notice it. As he passed by Fred the guy that sold hot dogs he shouted.
" Gerd Morin Fred!" Poor Fred didn't stand a chance, as Jack zoomed by a whack in the face for him. Jack continued humming and pushing his way through the crowd.

     This was uncommonly easy due to the fact people cleared a path for him at the sight of his stick whacking a little girl in the face, and a second after his stick whacking a boy's balloon which then popped and had the boy running crying for his mom. Jack jumped happily unaware that his stick had caught someone's chin. That person was jerked up with Jack and left uncomfortably rubbing the bottom of their chin. Jack finally stopped to stare up at the ' Interview Corporation. '
" Welp I surpose it's tirme ter go in!" He looked down and was left jaw hanging.
" Well I'll be darned! Tey changed te door agern!" The front door clearly looked different, different design, shinier clearer glass. Jack felt confident he could open it so he continued marching to the door whacking a person or two on the way.

     He kept marching and kept marching until Bang! Jack's face was smashed to clear glass and he stood still only to fall backwards. The glass wasn't as shiny and clear anymore but more fog and drool. In about a minute Jack was back on his feet and walking around the door kind of crouched in a silly position while scratching his head.
" Not orne of tose evir doors that orpens when cha walk near it..."
    Jack had it in him to try again he pushed hard on one side but to his surprise was soon whacked in his back by the glass. He stopped to stare at the spinning door.
" It's er spinner door! It's kinder furn! " Jack grabbed a handle and started pushing it while walking around he started running despite the stares he was getting. He soon jumped up onto the rail and sat down. He got dizzier and dizzier and he was finally flung out of the spinning door and into the office.

     His head lay just below somebody's feet and that somebody was tapping their foot an awful lot Jack looked up to stare at them for a second.
"Why Hellor Vennesa!"
" Jack what in the world are you doing!"
" Usin ter door...." At these words Vennesa shoved her palm into her face
" Jack...... You were accepted!" At this Jack jumped to his feet and was running aroun screaming ' Woohoo' and ' I got a job suckers ' most of the people there looked bored and not even interested in him.
" Thank yer Vernessa for yer help!" Jack rushed out the door very quickly the schedule of his work hours in his hand his stick tucked halfway in the other half way under his arm. People jumped away as he approached a majority of them with a black eye, a bloody nose, or a bruised face where his stick had whacked them.

    Jack rushed into the building through a door in the back. Employees stared at him as he did. Until finally a man in a blue suit approached, the manager.
" And who are you? "
" My name's Jack, Yep dat's it!"
" Ah the new employee! You can shower and find your suit in that room!" The man pointed to a door at the back that Jack quickly rushed to.

     Within minutes Jack came out in a blue suit like the manager's and he wasn't covered in dirt. Anymore. As he came out the manager approached him. After teaching Jack how to use the computer at the drive through Jack was working there. Jack boredly glanced at the security camera. He saw a huge tire at the curve and decided that would be his new home. But of course he would move it to his clearing. Just as he spotted it a car pulled around the curve and Jack's face lit up.
"Hello, my name is Jack."
"I'd like a... "
"Yep dat's my name."
"I'd like a..."
" I used to be a hobo before I got this job."
" Hello!!! I'd like a..."
" Now I live in a nice ol' tire!"
"......"
"Yep a nice ol' tire it is. Big ol' feller!"
"......"
" Dis is nice... Getter to tak ter some body."
"......"
"Hellor?"
"......."
"She's a gone.... Dis is why ol' Jack don't do em jobs!" Just as Jack said this he heard the manager's voice. Yet the manager sounded angry.
" To My Office Now Jack! " Jack followed the manager happily into the office.
" You're Fired!" He screamed slamming his fist down into the table.
" Can I keep ter suit? And dat tire by ter curve?"
" Keep what ever filth you want!" It looked as if the manager was about to flip over the table so Jack rushed out quickly grabbing his coat and pants before leaving.