The next day, I go to work again. The button factory isn't too far from our house, so it's a pretty easy commute.
Today, I'm very happy. It's Friday! After today, I get to go home and chill with Vanessa and Winston for 2 days!
Once I get to work, I go in and sit down at my station of the factory next to my good friend, Sebastian.
"Morning, Sebastian. What's the plan for today?" I ask.
"Oh, you know," he replies "Just the usual."
Being a person that most likely does not work at a button factory, I'm assuming you have no idea what the usual is. Well, it's actually quite simple. Once the machine on the other side of the factory has shaped the buttons into their proper shape, they come over to us. And we paint them. Some people find it hard to believe I actually went to college and got a Bachelors and a Masters degree in this business. It really seems like the job you'd be hired for if you didn't go to college. I'm not complaining, though. It's easy and I get lotsa money.
Of course, every job has its quirks. My boss is ours. I've already told you a little bit about him, but I think you need to know more. Most of the workers here don't really think he's qualified. He kind of just sits at his desk and types like a maniac on that computer. Nobody has a clue what he's writing about. And we can't forget how he always comes up to us and asks us to do something that normally has nothing to do with the buttons. Yesterday, it was just 'turn the button with your left hand'. But sometimes, he asks me to make him a sandwich and for Sebastian to bring him a Diet Pepsi. Ok, man. I get it, you're hungry. But who the heck drinks Diet Pepsi? A couple of weeks ago, he told me to go sit in the corner while Sebastian did 50 jumping jacks. I just don't understand that man. Oh boy. Here he comes now.
"Joe, Sebastian!" He says, eyeballing us in a weird way.
"Yes Sir?" Sebastian and I say in unison, exchanging curious glances.
"You!" He shouts, pointing at me. "Go get me a box of Reese's Puffs cereal. BUT! Take out every single chocolate piece of cereal in there! If I find ONE little chocolate piece, you're getting me another box and taking out all the peanut butter pieces! Ya hear me?"
"Yes Sir," I say. Jeez, this man is crazy.
"And you!" He shouts, once again, pointing at Sebastian. "Make me a cookies and creme milkshake with a maraschino cherry and rainbow sprinkles,"
"Yes Sir," replies Sebastian.
"Now get on it!" Our crazy boss shouts.
"Ya know," Sebastian says to me as we're walking out the door " sometimes I think we come here to serve that guy, not to paint buttons."
I nod my head, completely agreeing with him. This is a weird world.