I came to this city two years ago, from across the country. I traded in my sunny skies, and warm winters, for clouds, and snow. I had come here, like many people do, in search of the dreams. The spotlights, the billboards, the big names. Instead I only found a whole mess of dreamers, who just like me left everything behind them to pursue their dreams. I wanted to be a musician, I dreamed of my names up on a marquee someday. but after a month of auditions, rejections, and working a a waitress to pay for the closet that I lived in. I came to my senses. I wanted to be a famous musician and so did a whole lotta other people.

But here I was, in this giant metropolis of a city, without friends, family, and against the sane counseling of my Mother back in warm sunny California. So I did what any normal and stubbornly obstinate 21 year old woman would do. I stayed, determined, to make something of myself, and the road in life that I had so forcefully placed my self on.

The first thing I was determined to do was to get a job where my ass wasn't constantly getting grabbed. I mean I know I'm cute, and I know I was working at Hooters, but that didn't mean I wanted my body to became a stress ball for everything pawing guy. So I picked up the classifieds and found a job. It must have been my lucky day that day, because the first job I found was the one that I'm still working today.

I work as a secretary for private social service organization. At least that's, what I've been told, and you know what, I don't wanna know anything more. I have my suspicions about my employers, I pretty sure they are doing some very illegal things. As a secretary for the head boss, I ahve seen some very...unusual people going into her office, as well as unusual items. Many of which look really old, expensive, valuable. And you know, Last year I had to do the taxes for the entire organization. Ooh Boy! I know somethings aren't being reported to Uncle Sam.

I don't say tell anyone though, I mean who would I blab too? My non-existent friends? I know, I know, Two years in this city and I still don't know anyone. You're probably thinking, Why doesn't she just hang with her co-workers, or join in on some of the organizations 'unity' events? I can tell you in one word why not, Pajamas. Yep uh-huh. That's the other reason that I'm pretty sure my employers aren't on the the level. What kind of a social organization, that's supposed to be hepling inner-city youth, or something like that, has a lotta people dressed in black pajamas running around all the time? I know you maybe thinking, well maybe that's just the crazy ones who do that, but it isn't. Oh no, I've even seen my boss Mz.Saki, in a pair of those weird pj things, as well some kind of weird looking, possibly ceremonial armour. If I wasn't so afraid of being forced to wear those ugly abominations of fashion myself, I'd of gone up to one of them and asked what they were all about already, but in this case--like many others--I figured, silence is probably the best course of action.

I can't decide, though, whether I'm working for some kind of subversive cult, bent on taking over the world. Hence the pajamas, and weird routines. Or if I've been employed by the mafia, and one day the FBI is going to come knocking on the door of my closet, and ask me to be their mole. Either way I figure I'm already screwed. I've been with them a year and half, and at this rate, I'll probably be with the for the rest of my life too. It's on thgouh, the pays good, and as long as they don't force me to wear those funny black pajamas, I'm cool. There's only thing I would change if I could, and is, that I'd like to have at least one, single friend. This city is too big sometimes for someone like me to be alone all the time. But that's about it.