William 'Spike' Pratt was sitting in the unemployment office, waiting to be seen for, what felt like, the millionth time. He had been here, in this same predicament, two, maybe three, times a month. He just could not seem to keep a job. No matter what he did, there was nothing that he could do.
A woman came in the room from behind him, and walked over to her desk, sitting in the chair behind it, "Well, Mr. Pratt, it seems we have a bit of a problem keeping a job. Why would that be?"
He sighed, "I'm not sure. I do everything that my employers ask of me, but I just can't seem to do it right. I'm not sure if there is anything that I can do right."
She looked at his folder again, and then back at him, "Well, it seems that there is only two other options, and we'll try both if one of them fails," She took a piece of paper and wrote down an address and a phone number, "Here is the address and number of a local diner. You might try there."
He took the piece of paper, "All right. I guess it couldn't hurt. We've tried everything else. Might as well try this, too. " He stood up, as well did the woman, and shook her hand, "Thanks again. Hopefully I won't be seeing you anytime soon."
She laughed as she watched him leave her office, "You, too, Mr. Pratt."
Spike had gotten home and called the diner. They seemed eager to meet him and for him to start his job coming Monday morning. He plopped down on his couch, reaching for the remote to turn the television on, "Well, let's just hope that this job goes a lot better than all of the other ones that I've had recently."
He sat as he watched a soccer game of Manchester United. He kept thinking about all the jobs that he had been involved in for the past few months.
He had been a bouncer at a local club called 'Night'. That job wasn't exactly every thing that he had hoped that it would be, but he decided that he would at least give it a try.
It turned out that the kind of person that they wanted to be their bouncer was supposed to be big, buff, bronzed, and gorgeous. Well, he had 2 out of 4. That's what they had told him anyways. Apparently, he had the buff and the gorgeous, but not the big and bronzed.
They told him if he could change his appearance then he could keep his job, but he had told them that he refused to look like a pansy. So they fired him.
The job after that, he was an assistant. He thought that maybe he could try that, just for the heck of it and to see if he could do something like that. Something different and new.
Turns out, he didn't do that stuff for a reason. He sucked at it. He lost files, lost appointment dates, and he could never answer his phone, on account for trying to find the lost appointment dates and the lost files, so that job didn't last very long.
Then he had the worst one ever. He was a house keeper. Commonly known as a maid, but he refused to call it that. Said that it made him look and sound like a ponce.
That job didn't last very long. Mainly because he sucked at cleaning. He didn't clean his own house. How did people expect him to clean theirs? He tried his best, well, the best that he could put forth, but it just didn't work out.
Now he had this new job as a waiter, and he was determined not to loose this job. He had screwed up so many times in the past with all of his jobs, and he refused to let himself screw this one up, too.
Now, if only he could actually commit to that determination, then he would be in good shape. He had never served people food before. That was definitely something new and different.
He just hoped that he was good at this job. He needed to keep a roof over his head, clean clothes on his back, and food on his table. Not to mention the occasional alcoholic beverage in his fridge.
He decided that he would just focus on the game in front of him and worry about all the things that he could do wrong in this job on Monday. Tonight, he was going to sit back and relax.
He pushed all the thoughts of the new and different job in the back of his mind. He sat back, and watched the Manchester U game, and hope that they won.