“you came highly recommended.”
that’s what the supervising vixen told me as we walked down the hall.
i really knocked that interview out the park.
the vixens who interviewed me were happy to see me.
i got there early af too.
start time is 8:30,
but i got there at 8:10.
i said my first day would go flawlessly.
i put all my stuff out the night before,
but of course,
there was “fuck shit” lurking in the shadows…
i woke up to no hot water.
that really burned the fuck out my biscuits.
so i had to take my big pot and warm water using the stove.
it felt like forever to get that to get hot.
even with all that,
i still left on time.
surprised the fuck out of me
when i got there,
i had to go get my temporary badge.
after that was done,
i was told to go upstairs and wait for the supervisor.
the vixens i interviewed with weren’t going to supervise me tho.
it was a another vixen who i was told “to watch out for”.
there is always one.
i been there,
and can handle any new challenge coming my way.
i’m a receptionist now.
just like what i wanted.
the procedures were easy af.
it wasn’t brain surgery to figure out.
once i’m alone,
i’ll feel more comfortable.
everyone seems nice so far so we sha’ll see.
the way how the “new me” is set up,
i’m not even interested in making friends.
i want to do my job,
collect my check,
and concentrate on the foxhole.
this is just a temporary stop towards the destination.