Room 34B

Chapter 1

Fuck. This.

I'm fucking sick and tired of these people. Being a manager at hotopic has its percs but fuck people are stupid.

I came into work today and the store was left unlocked. Which mean whoever closed last night didn't lock the fucking doors. That bitch is lucky no one broke in because then not only would she not have a job she would also be, well, dead.

Now that I'm here I have to set everything up for the day. Kayla was supposed to be here at 8:00am to help me. It's now 9:16am and guess what. She's still not fucking here. She's also the bitch that left the doors unlocked so looks like I'm firing someone today. Yippy.

We're not open today because we are getting ready for Black Friday which is tomorrow so that makes things easier but harder at the same time. I can get everything done by myself today but I will most definitely need help tomorrow. And wow guess who's on the schedule for tomorrow. If you said Kayla you are correct! This means I have to call one of these lazy little assholes to come in and help me. But I don't feel like dealing with that right now so I'm just gonna get to work.

I get everything in the front reorganized and get it ready to restock it all. I go into the back room where we keep all of our extra stock. I get as much as I can fit in my tiny ass hands and go back out to finish restocking. This goes on for a few more hours until I'm going back for my last trip. While I'm reaching to grab the last handful of shirts I hear something fall. It sounded like something metal but I have too much in my hands right now so I figured I'd just come back and check what it was later.

I go back into the room to look for whatever fell. I look all over the floor but see nothing so I decide to look in between boxes and shit. When I do I see something shiny so I reach for it. But tough fucking luck because of my stubby little hotdog arms I can't reach it.

"Stupid. Fucking. Short. Beefy. Arms. Fuck you mom." I mumble to myself

I tried to move the box over so I could get to it but that box was too heavy and not only do I have nubby arms but I also have the strength of a 5 year old. So naturally I give up.

"Fuck this I'm going home" I say once again to myself.

Before I go home I have to call another one of my employees to come in tomorrow. I go over to the phone and dial that number.

It keeps ringing and ringing till finally someone picks up.

"Hello" he said sounding like he just woke up which is absolutely ludicrous because it is 5pm

"Hey Louis! It's Gianna I was wondering if you could come in tomorrow"