ONLY TIME WILL TELL
A personal story by Zero Bullet
A day in the Life
He woke up, but that wasn't planned. Groaning with such a pain in the head, he rose and sat there in the more than comfortable bed. He thought he wouldn't wake up this time, not after last night. Alas, he was still alive, so on with the day, he thought.
I didn't really feel like getting up, but I had to. My shift starts in less than an hour and I’m still lying in bed like a helpless sack. I slowly slipped out of bed and zombie walked to the bathroom right across from my bed. Turning on the water, I went to the sink and just looked myself in the mirror. The ugly irregular spots on my muzzle and around the eyes; the olive color of my hair just makes me wonder why. Why am I some weird species of dog? A Chinese crested. There were stripes running across my chest, the tips of my tall ears, tail, arms, and calves. I just stared with a blank face at myself and thought, “Well it’s too late to complain about you now. I've had to deal with you for 20 years now.”
I backed away with a scoff and resumed my initial plan of taking another long cold shower. The one thing I enjoyed most about the mornings was the pattering of ice cold water against my thin layer of fur. I sighed and just let the tufts on my wrists and ankles get soaked as I ran the body wash around my chubbish waist. I’ll admit, I’d get a little happy enjoying some refreshing private time. My tail wouldn't stop wagging and splattering the walls with soap, but hell did it feel good.
Unfortunately, this shower wouldn't last for all that long as about an unwanted 10 minutes flew by. I gasped turning off the spout and jolted out the box. Soaking the floor, I did the only thing I knew that would speed up the process of drying off. I planted my feet and instinctively started rotating my torso back and forth. I would take on the later task of cleaning the mess I made but it needed to be down. Water now everywhere, I wandered over to the next step, clothes.
I knew all too well what to wear, just a matter of finding it all. My work uniform consisted of khaki pants, navy blue shirt, and a ridiculous looking cap. Simple right? Well not when you don’t wash the day before. I growled and grabbed a fresh shirt and a not so fresh pair of pants and proceeded to put them on. “Ugh!” I couldn't stand the smell of corn dogs anymore and the pants radiated the stench. Even more time passes by as I stomp into my shoes, grab my hat, and toss a mint into my mouth. I glance at the digital clock and get a bit more hopeful, seeing I was making progressive time. So I strolled out of my bedroom into the kitchen and grabbed an apple out the fridge.
Taking a bite I continued to the door of my inelegant apartment, turning back and glancing at everything that could be seen before heading out the door. Descending down the stairs, my bike could be seen thankfully still in its place. As I unlocked it, I braced myself for the 15 minute rid to the flea market. My salary wouldn't be able to support a car let alone the apartment I live in, but my bike was just as good if not better. At least that’s the positive way of thinking.
The ride was a normal one. Long, boring, and plenty of time to think. It became almost instinct making each turn and push towards his workplace. He hoped the day would go by quick and with no problems, but he wouldn't be that lucky. He just knew it wouldn't.
I arrived to my destination before I really knew it. After latching the bike to a nearby lamppost in the most secluded part of the establishment, I lowered the lid of my workers cap and dawdled into the main office to clock in. As soon I came inside, a familiar voice could be heard.
“Razputin!” my female supervisor cried out. I hated that name.
“It’s Raz, and good morning Gloria,” I said with an unmoved tone.
“Now is that with two Zs or one?” she giggled as if it was funny to me.
“Just one. Is there something I need to do before clocking in?” I asked.
“Oh no, I just wanted to see how you were. You know its payday today,” she said.
“Yes, just like every other Sunday.”
She was really starting to get on my nerves. I pressed all the little buttons on the touched pad to start my time and went over to the manger’s counter to get my supplies.
“Okie dokie! Well I’ll be by your stand after a bit.”
“Alright, no problem,” I almost begged her telepathically to leave.
The assistant working behind the counter gave me all I need for the day. She was a feline that was maybe 19. She was actually one of the few that I could tolerate. Her tail stood well above her head, the end flicking back and forth. She was fairly attractive too. Just like any feline, her eyes were mesmerizing.
“Hey, you can umm like sign this now,” she caught me in a daze.
“Ah, right,” I said with a blush.
I grabbed all the paperwork and keys and walked back out the door I came through. It was a 5 minute walk from the office to the corn dog stand I worked in. Once I got there and unlocked the employee’s entrance to the shack, I set down all my materials and did my routine checks on equipment and stock. I ran this stand by myself, although it requires at least a team of three, I did it all.
Once I finished the initial checks and whatnot I went onto making the cornmeal batter, so I grabbed the 80 pound bag of dry mix and poured it into the giant mixer along with ample water. The job was simple. Make and sell corndogs. What made each day tiring were the customers. You’d think you’d seen every face before, but the amounts of folks craving the fried treats were never ending. Each one was more troublesome and soulless than the last. But someone had to do it, and I was that lucky guy.
The day went by a little faster than I thought it would, but it was still a normal day. There was the occasional asshole or two but I just gave them the stink eye and continued my business. I wasn't about to let some buffed up wolf tell me how to cook my corndogs faster. If anything it made me move and operate a lot slower, which I thought was funny. With only about 3 hours left in my shift, I could see Gloria in the distance walking towards the stand. I straightened up a bit so she wouldn't think I was slacking around too much. Not that I really cared either way. She clip-clopped her ways inside and stared at me for a moment with a tempered look on her.
“What?” I asked, wondering why she looked at me in that way.
“Did you curse at a customer?”
“Pfft, did that douchebag really complain? I scoffed.
“Razputin!” she almost yelled
“Ughh, ya know I really hate it when ya call me that,” getting more irritated.
“Answer the question, Razputin,” she demanded.
“Yeah, only because he was being an asshole, so that’s what I called him,”
“You can’t do that Razputin,” she said.
“Umm I’m pretty sure I can, considering this is my stand, my rules,” I retorted.
“Umm,” she mimicked “This isn't your stand, it’s the company’s. Either way, you have to treat the customers with respect,”
“I get jerks like him all the time, you really expect me to just sit here and take that crap?!” my voice strained in frustration.
She sighed and put her hand to the bridge of her snout,
“I don’t know where this recent behavior has been coming from, but I don’t like it. You know my brother, Greg! He hates getting complaints, and most of the ones he does get are somehow related to you.”
She was talking about Greg, the head honcho, the punisher, the Boss. I couldn't stand him breathing down my neck for anything, and even the mentioning of his name makes me want to punch a cub.
I kind of just leaned back against the counter and watched her.
“Look, do you need any help? Personal help?” she asked sincerely.
“No!” I forced the word out like it was taboo.
“Are you sure? I’m more than your supervisor. I’m your friend.”
“No,” I said faintly, “I’m almost done here, just let me finish and go home.”
She sighed and glanced at her watch, “It’s slowing down anyway, just do your inventory checks, clean, and close up.”
I calmed down a bit more and replied, “I can do that.”
“Well that’s one thing I like to hear, I’m heading back to the office. I’ll see you next week?” she asked
“Yeah,” I replied uninspiringly.
She wore a slight frown out the door as I began the steps towards ending the day at work. I could tell she was disappointed. Something I don’t like to see.
Those words…what she spoke was true. She was more than just another supervisor. She gave him a place to stay after being left behind. Gave him food, water, and this job. Why would he take that for granted now? Why wasn't he focused on the only thing he had to do in life? He could never tell.
“Finally!” I said with a relieving sigh, “Time to go home.”
This part of the day I usually looked forward. Finally packing up and leaving this place for another week. The flea market was only open on the weekends, and I never wanted to bother with another job during the week. That is, if nothing required a second job. I hung around the market just for few moments longer. Running the clock was forbidden, but hey, more time more money. After taking the long route back to the office, I turned in all the paperwork and earnings for the day. I was greeted by the same cute kitten face.
“How was your day Razzy?” she said, trying to be even more cute.
“Meh,” I said with a smirk, “Just another weekend over and done.”
“Well like here’s your check. I’ll see you next weekend?” she questioned.
“Of course, what else am I gonna do?” I replied jokingly.
“Eight O’ Clock then…” she called out as I wandered away.
I simply waved and walked over to the computer display to clock out. 19.35 Hours it read. I would easily pull 22 hours per weekend, but the market has been getting slower in visitors as the winter months crept up. As I slid out the office entrance and said my goodbyes, I quickly opened the envelope containing the worthy check. The ripping of paper was like an orgasm in my ears, I could feel my heart speed up a bit as I stared at the numbers.
$140.36 it read in all its glory of black and white. I nodded in acknowledgement, and stuffed it into my back pocket, as I strolled over to my bike. It could barely be seen parked in the dark crevasse, and this was a good thing considering the area the market was built in. Definitely not the friendliest and if I wanted to get home safely, I needed to leave before sunset. So I unhooked, mounted, and sped off past the parking lot.
“On the road again,” I sang to myself getting back on the trail back home.
I didn't like being outside during the dark. Every crack, howl, and car passing by put me on edge. I hated being scared, and as my heart raced so did my pedaling. I would have thoughts where I would be pounced on by a pack of feral wolves or something creepy like that. I shook the bad thoughts out my head and got to the clearing right before the apartment complex. I cut along the abandoned field of trains and other machinery, knowing I was home free from that point on.
This place wasn't the safest, but it made my trip quicker since the complex was on the other side. I biked my way past all the rusted out, piles of machine, as the smell of iron and oil was strong in the air. As if each metal beast was still running. No one really knows what this placed used to look like, but judging by the amount of rust and weeds, it hasn’t been used in at least 40 years.
Soon I crossed the junkyard and skid right under the stairs leading up to my apartment. After securing my bike, I trudged up the stairs and soon reached the door. I got out my keys, opened the door, and was greeted by the cool breeze of the AC.
“Home sweet home,” I mumbled, closing the door behind as I started stripping myself of my belongings and clothes. I emptied my pockets and walked out of my shoes as I moved towards what I would call my safe haven, my room. My apartment was the easiest thing to navigate in the world. Right when you open the door, the living area was there, and the dining room on the other side. To the right of the dining room was the small kitchen that contained a full size fridge, sink, and stove. There was this random closet in front of that for some reason. On the left side of the front door was a long wall, to which the other side would be the single bedroom. Once inside the room you would be delivered with another fork. Bathroom to the right, heaven on the left.
And heaven was my goal. I closed the door and stripped down to my boxers and flopped into the king size bed. Underneath I kept my laptop, not even half a year old, basically brand new with all the highest specs. I quickly logged on and clicked open all the applications I used the most. Every social networking site, games, music, and every other form of entertainment was clicked and brought clearly to my gazing eyes. I finally felt at home, at ease, and sighed in a final release of all my worries.
My pointed ears perked as I heard the sweet sound of a message notification, the flashing of the screen visually surprising me as well. I clicked the tab enlarging the window as it revealed a message from an online pal named Jake. He’s a kangaroo just a few states over from my location. I met him a few months ago via an online game called, “Souls of the Dark”. We had a few things in common and he seems like a pretty cool dude, so I chat with him as much as possible. I made a lot of online friends via several other sites, but it was a Sunday night and most weren't online except for Jake.
Jak3Roo: Yo! Dude where you been?
xXRazXx: Oh cmon, you know I work every weekend.
Jak3Roo: Haha. Yeah I just missed you that much. <3
xXRazXx: Liar! Anyway, how ya been?
Jak3Roo: Been great dude! Just started playing the game. You wanna jump in on this?
xXRazXx: Nah, not tonight. I’m too tired to rape noobs, I think I’ll just hang out and browse the web a bit.
Jak3Roo: Awww, but I love it when you rape me. <3 Don’t worry, you’ll get bored and come running to me.
Jak3Roo: What? Work gotcha you down?
xXRazXx: Mmm, ya know me.
Jak3Roo: Well I got your back dude, if you don’t change your mind, I’ll be in your dreams. <3
xXRazXx: Ugh, so gay. Whatever man, I’ll check ya laterz.
I closed his window and opened another with a little smile on my mug. It was kind of cute the way he kind of flirted with me. I can never tell if he’s serious or not, but it made my day whenever he did. I’ve never really been 100% on my own sexuality. I like both sexes, but I don’t want to be classified as gay. So I guess that makes me bisexual right? Meh, just something about that still didn't feel right. I mean the entertainment of which was definitely…entertaining, but other than just watching, I don’t think I’d ever actually do anything about it.
It was weird when I thought about it. I would watch gay porn a hell of a lot more than straight or even lesbian, but when I would go outside the web, the mere thought of another man would disgust me. It was just the opposite for females. But I've come to terms with my weirdness long ago, so it doesn't bother me.
The mixture of thoughts in my mind soon gave the inevitable response of a boner. I smirked and nudged my erection, I would usually have a happy ending to a day like this, but I've been battling with a crippling depression for a while now, and tonight was not the night for such activity. I browsed around for another 20 minutes before starting to doze off, so I closed everything except for my music. I love falling asleep to music, so I selected the “Sleep” playlist and let it play on shuffle.
I laid back into my pillow and looked at the ceiling. I usually thought pretty deep in order to fall asleep. I thought about a lot of things, mostly things concerning my life and those who play part. Being a twenty year old with his own place, job, and money, you would think I would be happy. But for some reason, I got caught in a sea of depression and I have yet to find a way to float. I just shut my eyes and then….