T.C.U.P

Prologue

Are people born with greatness pre-written in their destiny or is it thrust upon them like a gift neither needed nor asked for. What about those who revel in the knowledge of the enormity of their actions? Are they simply better than their peers or do they go through some sort of process to bring about this character trait?

On a day to day basis who do you notice the least is it the guy who sits in the exact same spot on the bus everyday, the woman who's always busking for cash outside the office building but somehow has the latest iPhone on her or the receptionist who only seems to say hello to the guys in suits. Nah, it's none of them it's me.
Last Tuesday a grand total of 3 people spoke to me from the moment I left my house to the moment I returned. The bus driver to tell me I was a penny short, my mum to ask if I knew if she had lent her purple sweater to my aunty and my neighbours cat ( yeah I'm claiming that one).
Welcome to the life of the invisible.

My name is Sam and I work as a cleaner for one of the biggest cleaning companies in the world. You ever wonder what happens after these big heroes fight and wreck the shit out of everything? who cleans up after them? who puts the world back the way it was, only for it to be turned into rubble 2 weeks later? Of course you don't, no one does. You ever wonder what life would be like if people like me didn't exist or didn't do this job? Nah of course you didn't because we don't wear spandex and punch bad guys and we don't get our pictures taken for the front page of whatever rag you read. You're currently thinking this guy sounds like a bitter mofo. Damn right I do, sit your ass down and clean out your ears because this is why...