There was a rush at the Sneaker Transport warehouse to unload everything off of three trucks one muggy Evillain morning. Their loading docks were slammed full of outgoing furniture already without the three trucks scheduled haphazardly at the same time. They could have sent them packing, only to return later, but the decision was made to have two stalling out in the yard and all hands on deck to carelessly unload all the incoming furniture.
“Sorry I brought up bad memories.” The two furniture movers were just leaving the highway on their way back from an arduous trek across the E1000 highway in worse than normal traffic. Through talking with the driver, Andrius, on their route, Jane had started the process of getting over long unresolved deep psychological issues at her last company. “N-no, thank y-you for listening.” “We have a little more time if you’d like to keep going.”
“What else’s on your mind? We’re still, like, 30 minutes to base.”
The two furniture movers, driver Andrius and passenger Jane, were over one hour later to their anticipated clock out time, already, and traffic on the E100 was just starting to loosen up on the formerly blazing Evillain summer afternoon.
“Can I tell you about this one time that really got me fuming bad?”
Andrius looked over, his foot firmly on the break.
“You used to work with computers, right, Doc?”
The two furniture movers were strapping down their load before a full day of deliveries.
“Why do this work, then?”
“It’s a long story, Andrius.”
They closed the lift gate and jumped in the midsized truck.
“We have time. Why not lemme know what happened, eh?”
“It’s not that exciting. I think I like doing this more. We’re paid to work, not to care about bull-“