My first job started at the young age of 15, it had been a year since I had seen my emo ex and my momma threatened to kick me out the house if I didn't get a job, since I kept eating all the junk food. We lived near a Target so I applied for a job there and got it. The training went smoothly and my first few weeks went great although the paycheck was shit, the trouble started on my 5th week when heads started to appear in shopping carts. My job was occasionally taking the carts back into the building as well as bagging and stocking, and sadly I was the first to discover the severed heads in the shopping cart. Being a human I barfed on the spot and cried for my mother as people started to gather and scream, police arrived and took the severed heads and weeks later they still hadn't found the culprit. It was once again cart duty for lil miss Mary and ofcoursethefuckingheadsareback. This time I barfed less but had still cried for my bitch mother, worst part was that the dude left a note reading "Sorry I was wondering if you could give me head." But the good news was that the police got more evidence since the heads still gave nothing helpful. At this time I had decided to resign from my job and then had to do the traditional extra two weeks until I quit. Then, was my final week. Cart duty. When the week started there were no heads and I was extremely happy about that, but then on Thursday, my final day of working, my co-worker Jake started running after me in the parking lot with a knife, luckily he was ran over by a car so I was safe and unemployed, later evidence (although there was so little of it) had proven Jake guilty of murdering 21 people, all to catch my attention because he had a crush on me and got pissy that I wasn't interested.
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The Adventures of Mary- the girl who's trying to find a job
AdventureMary has never been lucky. Ever since she got a part time job at 15 something always goes wrong, like a serial killer would steal the carts to put his victims bodies in them.
