Magic City. Six o’clock, one minute, twenty-three seconds.
Sun slips on his golden coat. Shops slide into their iron dresses. Street lights slide their jewels shining out.
At the same time, driving a Mini Cabriolet One, colors strawberry and chocolate, after an exhausted day, a 25-year-old ferret is going home.
About the next 48 hours, his life will become very restless. But for the moment, let him rest.
He deserves it, especially after this day.
Man, I’m wasted! I pass all my day running for nothing. I had to find me a job, and finally, I found nothing. At the result, I’m always unemployed and lost, especially lost. So, the only two things I want to do when I’m coming home: eat and sleep.
I open the entry door and I mark out my way into my bedroom when my roommate’s stopping dead, saying: “So, coming without saying goodnight?”
I let out a long whisper before turning myself and responding: “Well… Buenas tardes, Azul. Good evening, Ellen.”
“Howdy, Maxi.” Ellen greeted me, joyful.
“There we go, it’s not that complicated.” Azul said, few irritated.
“So, and your interviews?”
“I ask myself if it’s still worth it. We always told me no until now, and even today… Frankly, I’m getting sick with it!”
“You mustn’t give up now. You will find again a job, I’m sure.” Ellen tried to encourage me.
“Well, yeah… I don’t believe that I need a miracle right now.”
“Pfff, that’s bullshit. If you want to succeed, you have to earn it with the sweat of your brow.” Azul flared up.
“Well, excuse me, I think I sweated enough for today. So, I’m going to bed.” I concluded, going toward my bedroom.
“Without shower?” Azul disconcerted.
“’Night, girls.” I cut her, ignoring her question.
And before Azul have time to retort, I slap my door and jump on my bed.
“You know won’t shower.” Ellen underlined.
“Yeah, and it’s a real shame.” Azul complained.
“Oh, listen! It’s not who will wash my laundry, so get off my case!” Max retorted.
“Just imagining the smell, I… ewww!” Ellen continued, ignoring him.
“AZUL, SHUT UP!” Max yelled.
Azul roll her eyes before whining: “Stupid kid!”
* * *
Lying on my bed, I check my smell. And… I still don’t know why Azul complain about my musk. It isn’t as strong as usual; after, our sense of smell is rather different, so we will say nothing.
Also, I am feeling bad, talking to her this way. Usually, I’m never in a bad mood, it’s just… I had a bad day, that’s all. I hope she doesn’t have a grudge against me. Otherwise, I will really hate myself for that.
At present, I just want to rest and leave me alone. But before sleeping, let’s see my new mails. So, I stand up, sit into my chair and switch my desktop computer. PASSWORD. VALIDATE. WELCOME SCREEN… AND NOTIFICATIONS BAR. “Okwe83: missed call. Lanipad045: missed call.”
Crap! Guys called me, but I must’ve been gone at this moment. Let’s call them again, don’t let them wait. HEADPHONES. LAUNCH DOUBLE CALL. CONNECTION… RINGING…
- Buenas noches, caballeros.
Little silence before I hear shouting: "¡CANELA! ¿Como estás, acere?"
"Un poco cansado, pero está bien."
"¡Impecable! Y entonces, ¿has encontrado trabajo?" Ernesto asked me.
"Todavía nada. ¡Tengo un día de mierda!"
"¡Ay, los cabrones! Lo siento acere, tendrás más suerte otra vez." Antonio tried to comfort me.
"¡Eso espero, Antonio, eso espero!"
"Mientras tanto, sabes que te haga feliz: golpear en pequeños niveles. ¿Te parece?" Ernesto asked us a game on any RPG, like usual.
"Escuchas, Ernesto, el momento que me divierto, está listo a seguirte."
"¡Guay! Entonces… ¿están listos, caballeros?"
"¡Si, vayamos!" Antonio and I exclaimed cheerfully
Dude, it makes me happy hearing these two! After, I’m always hungry, tired, unemployed, half-broke and half-lost. But now, it’s the least of my worries. I will deal with it later.