Oh, how I wished that was where I worked. Truthfully, it was as far away from that as I could get, but by this point I didn't care - I needed a job. Instead of crystal chandeliers hanging from above, we had exposed duct work. The floor was not wood or carpet, but a lovely shade of gray concrete. The building itself was a old warehouse.
I got a call a few days after Christmas (see the post Starving in the City) that I needed to show up at the store around 8:30am that following Monday. Due to the fact that I didn't have a car, and the walk to work from my house was about 45 minutes, I took the bus. While on the bus, I felt perhaps it was not the best time to have taken my Prada messenger bag with me. I felt like I was being eyed by everyone on the bus. You know that point in those zombie movies, where the character is surrounded by zombies and they're getting closer and closer to him, limping and drooling, about to bite him to make him part of there clan? That's exactly what it felt like.
Both me and the huge rogue zombie walked into the store together. OK, I thought, if I have to fight this man, at least I'm around other people who can call 911 when I die.
"Hey you both made it!" A loud voice said behind me. I turned around to see my manager greeting me and the large man. To my surprise, He was my new co-worker.
"Follow me." My manager told us. "For the first few hours we need you to unload this truck of couches." I stared into the open trailer which was full to the brim with couches.
Well, at least my new co-worker was a big guy, so this won't be too bad. To my surprise, Big Guy walked over to the first couch, threw it on to his back, and walked off giving me a look like he expected me to follow suit. I struggled to get one out about five feet off the trailer, when my manager came back and asked me where Big Guy was. I told him he was taking the couches by himself. When Big Guy came back to the truck for another load, my manager asked to talk to him alone. Puzzled, I went back to moving this overly sized sectional by myself.
"@$#^! You &%$! I never @^$%!"
What the heck?! I looked up and saw Big Guy yelling at my manager. Bad form for the first day of work. Then, Big Guy walked off, and with the slam of the door I never saw him again. I came to find out, he lied on his application and he was an ex-convict. No wonder he was so strong - he had those prison muscles!