The Bestest Cuddle Buddy Ever

Lipstick is a bitch

I fucking hate lipstick. Every molecule of my small little being hates counting lipstick. Why am I counting lipstick you ask? Because I'm an "Inventory Specialist". I count things. That's what they call us at least, even though I'm sure they just call us that to boost our egos. That's also probably why they give our rankings fun names like "Specialist", "Expert", "Top Gun". Then again, for a base pay of 12.50 an hour and a max pay of 17.50 an hour, no one's really complaining much. Except for me, I can always find something to bitch about, right now it's the fact that I've been at this Ulta for almost 8 hours because half the team didn't show up for the inventory. Yes the store is a five-hour drive from the office, yes it started at five in the morning, yes it's a cosmetics store and they're the worst, but just suck it up. The rest of us showed up, I live an extra hour away from the job site in addition to the five-hour drive and I still made it. But do these assholes care? No. of course not. I hate my co-workers. I hate this job. I should quit, but I know that I won't get another job making 16 dollars an hour with my skill set. And I need this money, I can't let s/n down.

I took my headphone out as the supervisor came up to me. He was the supervisor for the team my people were supporting today. I'd only worked with him a handful of times.

"Hey, y/n. go clock out. We're done." The supervisor, a friendly man with graying hair and beard looked tired and sad. I stood up with a wince, my left knee creaking.

"But I thought we were only 74% done last I checked?" he nodded and looked at the inventory machine on his hip to check the time.

"It's almost 2:00, they're pulling it. We've lost the inventory." I frowned, my first reaction was just straight rage and burning frustration at all this wasted time and effort. I sighed, pushing it away. it wasn't fair to him to get upset with him, it wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry Hyrum. I talked to Brandon though, he's going to have some words with the other van." Hyrum smiled and nodded, we were both exhausted. The two of us had counted most of the store. I shook my head and Hyrum looked at me in understanding.

"All right, well am I going to see you tomorrow at the Old Navy?"

"Yeah, although I'm not running it. Leslie is." I fought my ugly expression at the mention of the bitch troll's name. She was the manager of the other team, or district. My district had been helping out with their stores because our work season has ended for the year, I nodded.

"All right, well I'm going to go clock out and go home. Drive safe Hyrum."

"You too y/n." I clocked out and walked out to the gray passenger van to wait for the rest of my team to amble out, then I would drive us all home for five hours.

**Ala time skip because imma lazy bastard**

I parked my little car under the carport in my assigned spot after switching out the van for my personal car at the office. I turned the car off and sat there for a moment with my head on the steering wheel. Fuck... I was just so damn tired. Even lifting my arms felt like a monumental task. I heaved a deep breath, I needed a day off. A tapping on my driver side window made me jump. I looked up to see the concerned face of my neighbor Sean, or Jack as I usually called him. I smiled tiredly and opened the door to see what he wanted.

"Heya Jackaboy." A smile tugged at his lips.

"Hey y/n, you all right? You look a little down." I nodded with a shrug, reaching across to the other seat to grab the backpack with my work gear.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a rough day at work. Thanks for asking though." I winced at how cold and distant that sounded, I always felt like I was a jerk to Jack while he was always so kind to me. I slipped my bag on my shoulder and stood up, my left knee started to give. I quickly leaned my weight against my car to disguise it. Jack raised one massive eyebrow,