Before I worked at the dungeon, I work in now. I use to work at a children’s retail store, where my mom also employed. This was eons ago, when I was just sixteen and I still had my luscious head of hair. It was my first job and my mom made me work, for me to get out of the couch and for financial reasons. Also, mommy dukes thought it would be a nice way to make friends. Back then, I was the introvert type, who had no friends and no social skills to save me from embarrassment. At first I thought, this will only be a summer job and then it’s back to my couch potato days. However, after a while I started to love getting paid every week and buy whatever the fuck I wanted. Of course, I only got paid $5.25 an hour but in those days, I didn’t really have any adult responsibilities that I have now. In addition, I made a lot of good friends at this place. It helped that they didn’t go to the same school as me, so they didn’t know my real awkward self. However, like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. Friends came and went, never to hear from them again. The money wasn’t as good anymore. Especially after you get older and things get more expensive and so does your taste. Therefore, after 4 and a half years of working there, I was let go and I never looked back. Sure, I see some of my former co-workers here and there, but it’s not same, as it was back in those days. Nevertheless, it was a nice while it lasted.