Dead End Job

Do these really work?

'Paracetamol for aches and pains'

"Yah right!" I continued stacking the packs in the empty store.

Why did I ever take this job? I could have been a Lawyer like Lawrence or worked at the graveyard like Benny but no I had to be here. Father would have approved. He even approved Bianca working at the morgue. All bright and peppy.

Well I am no Lawrence or Benny or Bianca and those are not the only jobs for our kind! I am no sweet talker or dullard. Not the eternal sun shine either but I am here aren't I. I've made my point, haven't I? I am doing pretty well.

"All done." I ticked off the list. Next ...

'Sunscreens and Tanning Oils'

These bottles are so punny and expensive. Can you even imagine how much I spend on these alone.... It's a good thing I earn well. There's plenty leftover to buy human blood off the black market. With cameras everywhere and 911 you can't grab a person and feast. Being a vampire, in this age, is no easy task.

Swish! Swish!

I hope it's not another punk who thinks he can swipe a prescription.

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