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Errol Gatewood
Cyndi Mullen
9/27/2014: Night 0
[8:29 PM]
Well, here we are again. Job hunting. Not really my cup of tea on a Saturday evening. I find it awfully stressful, personally, but Cyndi approaches our search with an eager and optimistic attitude. It's kind of enlightening to see her so motivated, even though she dreams of becoming a musician one day. I, too, have bigger and better goals set for my future, but we are faced with the present. We must deal with the situation at hand.
Cyndi hollers to me from the kitchen table, along with our stack of newspaper scraps. "Errol, take a look at this," she pointed down to a fat, red circle on one of the scraps. It read:
HELP WANTED
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Family pizzeria looking for security guard(s) to work the night shift. 12 AM-6 AM.
Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
$120 a week. To apply, call: 1-800-FRE-FAZBEAR
"$120 a week? Wow," I comment. "That'll suffice, I suppose." She nods her head in agreement, a contented grin spreading across her face.
"Yeah," she says, thinks a little bit, and then reaches for the phone.
And the rest was history. We applied together and got the job. I couldn't express how thrilled I was to be able to work alongside my childhood friend. It was hard to express my surprise in general! My only hope from here on out is that Cyndi won't have to deal with the anxiety I had to push through. With this being her first job and all, I wish that she has an okay time adjusting.
-EG
Author's Note: Short chapter this time. I promise, it'll be way more interesting once the action kicks in.