Kimetrius
So remember when I went to that stupid job interview with that woman at that psychic thing, that was complete bullshit but I went for the culture BEFORE I went to Tampa for Jahseh? Yes, so I got the job.
I don't even know the woman's name, she look look like she'd have a fictional character's name, like Hermione from Harry Potter. I'll just call her that until she tells me.
But back to the job, after we had all gotten home from Tampa, Hermione had called me and told me she saw the news and had thought of me. She said she wanted me to come in and tell her about my PsYcHiC AbiLitIeS.
Being able to tell events before they happen doesn't mean you're a psychic. It just means you're a really good guesser, and I am a really good guesser.
But anyway, Jahseh said that this would be good for me and because I've been denied so many jobs because of my face tattoos are criminal record, this is especially a win. So for Jahseh, I'm going to be a psychic. Today is my first day.
So I walk into this place, right? It smells like eggnog and gay sex. I don't even know what this woman was whippin', but it stank, to be honest. But that's not what was crazy bout today though.
"Kimetrius! You came in." She said excitedly coming over to me and giving me a cheek to cheek kiss.
"Yes, Hermione, I said I was broke." I said .
"How'd you know my name was Hermione? I not recall ever introducing myself." She says. She then waves it off and smiles before I could answer, "Oh it doesn't matter, you probably figured it out on your own."
She leads me into a colorful room where there's a lot of posters of famous psychics and there's a small table with chairs on the opposite ends of it. As I walked into the room, I see where the gay sex and eggnog smell is emulating.
"This is where you'll be." She says.
"Why does it smell like ass?"
"It doesn't smell, I just sprayed air freshener before you came." She says.
"So I gotta stay in the bootyhole room, for how long?"
"Like 8 hours. 6 on a slow day." She says.
"Do people even often come here? The fuck do they ask for when they get here?"
"Kimetrius, they ask you to tell them their future."
"But what if I can't?"
"I wouldn't have called you back if you couldn't. I know you can, you saved your friend after all." She says smiling.
"Anyways. You can see for today how you like it, fee free to decline the job position if you want but I hope you do stay."
Yes, of course I'll stay, I need the money. She turns to go do whatever she was doing before I came and left me in the ass room.
"I will...Hermione?" I said.
"Yes?" She answered.
"How much do I make?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. A lot."
"Don't you own this place? What do you mean you don't know."
"I don't own this place. I'm a supervisor, our boss is here like once or twice a month. You're really lucky if you see him around. He sends the checks in the mail when it's pay day. The amount varies." She explains.
"What's the most you've gotten?"
"Well I'm not one of the psychics here like you, but for interviews and being a receptionist, the most he's payed me was 300."
