Hyenas and Co-workers: chapter 2 Changes
Second part of my little story.
Shorter, but I'm trying to get there!
Lemme know what you guys think!
>Be Anon
>Still a security guard
>But moving up in the world
>The glorious nature of contract work reared it's ugly head
>The place your worked at went with another security company
>Sure the new company offered to bring you on, give you a nice raise
>bring you on with a new manager, new rules, new shittier uniforms
>and that raise? An absolutely Enormous....25 cents
>Oh wait, not you, Anon you're "capped out" so we can't pay you anymore
>hmm, Yes how can I say "Fuck You" in legal?
>But Luckily, you knew about this song and dance for months
>Boss man is cool dude
>"There's a shiny new business opportunity just down the road, nudge nudge"
>Alright dere Hoss
>Get Transferred
>that new contract? A much BIGGER company
>some of the old crew come with, just the smarter and more experienced thankfully
>everyone else chose to stay behind because "new opportunities bad!"
>one of those smarter Crew? BAST.
>well...after your incredibly persuasive text message
>"It pays better"
>speaking of the big Hyena...
>dating was...slow
>she was a party animal
>You were NOT
>Especially after the uh..incident
>Bast's bathroom drawer still wouldn't open right
>The tiny scar she had above her eyebrow was another annoying reminder
>But Bast was patient, even when you could tell she would rather be in your pants in a biblical sense
>That was very very often
>She got close a few times
>but even if you were comfy now with the idea of "MASSIVE Hyena gf who wants to slob on your knob for hours"
>anything beyond a rather intense (and frankly sloppy) kiss was quickly shut down
>The transfer was far from...uneventful
[S T R E S S: Justice]
[Under Pressure: David Bowie & Queen]
>New Contract, new company
>Tons of new garbage to deal with
>doesn't exactly lead to a good environment for any kind of loving
>Bast seemed to get the hint after one particular incident early on:
>Anon and colleagues arrive at the site assigned to them
>Surprise of surprises, no one told you it was gonna be this way
>it's a barely managed construction site
>you walked up in dress clothes for a fully built and operating environment
>"well you can either go get boots, or not get trained" says the cow
>joking aside, actually he was a dingo you think, or some type of shibe maybe? Dog breeds kinda blended together
>you and bast were among the happy few who didnt think to show up with anything "boot-like" to get onto site
>let me think, miss an entire days pay or go buy cheap ass boots from Walmart
>money wins
>"well they didn't say WHEN we had to be back" you shrug with a smirk
>Bast cackles and hops in your car
>deciding to go get food before the boots
>Bast tries to play footsie at the restaurant while you both wait, but you're fuming too hard
>why didnt they fucking tell us we needed boots? Why didnt they tell us it was a construction site?!
>Bast tries to calm your nerves
>well she offers to blow you in the car to chill
>but you're still technically in work mode so you kinda figure you shouldn't push it
>eat in the car
>grab cheap ass boots from Wally world
>$20 boots
>get back to the site
>some other supervisor is there now
>what happened to the last guy?
>the fat pig, literally he's some type of boar snorts in your face
>"Alright, so you're good to enter, just remember to knock off an hour for leaving site" he grunts
>excuse me
>The porker pauses and glances up with raised eyebrows
>"excuse me what?"
>you start seeing red
>No one fucks with my money
>No, this is bullshit
>you're bullshit
>No one told us this was a construction site
>No one told us we needed boots
>and we were told, get boots or dont get paid
>the rage is real
>Bast backs up, wanting no part of whatever was about to happen to the smug supervisor who shifted in his fat seat
>the next words out of his mouth had better be some kind of explanation
>they weren't
>the supervisor explains that you left site, and you need to take that up with the head office
>right now you were picturing how a nice leather chair would look with his face on it
>not too big on ham except for on pizza
>other officers coming in distract your rage long enough for your brain to kick in
>time to go before you did something you might enjoy way too much
>After leaving that tiny trailer/office, the day was kind of a blur of rage
>and a few days after that
>Bast admitted later she had to disappear to the toilets because the aggression you displayed was very hot
>not that you wanted to be angry but no one fucks with your money
>spent money on shitty boots and lost money on pay
>everyone admits seeing you angry was kind of terrifying but they laugh remembering the story