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A naive reader begins walking through the gates of Madness...
Today was turning out to be a terrible day for you, and it was about to get much worse.
To start off your unbelievably shitty day you had a hefty 3-hour rest before your first day on the job at the airport, how you managed to score such a job still bewilders you since you weren't a very benevolent person, nevertheless, the strict schedule you'd been assigned was an understandable cost for such a job. Even the instructions were written down for you by your boss. 'Wake up at 4:00 am Tuesday morning and work till 6:00 pm.' Fairly simple yes? Well, you had woken up 30 minutes later than you had set your alarm for. It took another 30 minutes to rush a shower, proper clothing attire, breakfast, slow traffic, and check-in with a much scolding from your boss. It took a whole hour to get to work. In short, you were 20 minutes late, your coworkers did not take it lightly. Frank, an older employee at the airport briefly showed you around a complex maze of hallways, stairways, regulations, and rules that he explained so fast you honestly didn't remember half of what he said. Oh well, such as the bad luck of a passenger assistant.
Later, you boarded a flight coming from Japan to France, not even 20 minutes later some entitled mother demanded that she would keep her seat since she was there first and her son was too tired to move to another chair, the problem is that the chosen seats were reserved. You had calmly explained why she had to move and as if you had cursed her a lifetime of bad luck she blew a fuse, causing an unnecessary scene and assistance of your coworkers. Her son started to demand peanuts to which the mother paused all conversation to rudely demand peanuts from you and your "peasant" party. You were excused from the situation but needless to say, it put you in a bad mood for about an hour.
You believed that incident was only the end of your bad luck but little did you know it was the first layer of the cake. The next occurrence happened when the plane had a little bit of low turbulence and the titled slightly, causing you to spill your scorching hot coffee on your new shirt, and sadly you didn't have a spare. You had to close your vest so I would not show, but that's when the plane got incredibly hot and the musk of French vanilla coffee and sweat was practically emitting off of your body that didn't take long for others to notice. By the grace of a younger worker, he had given you another shirt, excusing the fact it was two sizes too large. You quickly exited the plane when you returned by permission from your supervisor and got a proper shirt, that smelt of vanilla. The day passed by extremely slowly and with each passing second, another muscle in your body grew tired. Like you were a puppet on a string and someone was cutting the strings dropping you closer and closer to the ground. You surely felt like passing out, three cups of coffee later did absolutely nothing to help.
The next layer on the cake was an outburst from your fellow coworkers that had started only weeks before yourself. He was screaming and hysterically catapulting paper cups at what you'd have to assume was his friend, judging by how casually the two were talking only a few minutes ago. It was finally your break and all you wanted was to eat your bagel in peace, but this blonde bombshell prevented such thing. The friend having cups chucked at him only starred blankly if not apologetically. You scoffed down your bagel and left the two, not wanting to see that nonsense anymore. What made it more unbelievable was that the other workers in the break room had simply stared at the confrontation.
The frosting of your treacherous day occurred when a young lady working at a hot dog stand had walked over to you got a little too friendly with you, you politely brushed off her obvious attempts at seducing you and without taking the hint kept telling you how cute you looked and how cute you'd look in bed with her. You brushed off those comments and walked away from her, and from the corner of your eye, you saw her approach a tall male minding his business. 'That poor guy' you thought to yourself. It took what felt like a whole 20 minutes to get rid of her.
Finally the strawberry on top, yes you had been called to the manager's office to discuss your job application. Once you had got there in a matter of a few minutes, your boss says ominously in her velvet chair, long black hair sweeping her neck. She displayed your application and with a sweet smile, she said. "Are you y/n l/n?"
To which you nodded nervously. How could you already mess up? It was your first day! Your boss kept her soft smile and ushered you to come closer. You took half a step closer to which she emitted a small chuckle. In her thick Japanese accent, she cooked.
"Y/n, it seems I have made a mistake. You see I thought you were a young man named Secco." Her smile remained unfazed as she spoke, she folded her hands together and continued. A part of you was wondering if she was amused by your nervousness. "I thought you were Secco. He passed out the requirements you see. " You nodded following along.
"I'll keep this simple" The smile on your boss's face abruptly fell. "You weren't supposed to be hired." The boss said bluntly, staring at you with full expression. You stood there, like a fool, trying to process what you just heard. The boss opened her mouth and let out those 7 words.
"I'm going to need your uniform back"