Getting this job wasn't an exactly hard job if you catch my drift. When I went to the interview, the manager greeted me, I can't really say his name mostly because I forgot. Yet back to the flashback, he seemed desperate, yet the supervisor seemed like he was bored out of his mind. The employees were more reminiscent of literal zombies. I think half of them never saw the light of day until they quit. Most of them were very quiet, only to my surprise, just a couple of grunts. The manager personally toured me around like a little child at a museum, except the backstage. He said only engineers go back there to check on the backups, see if anything got tinkered with. I could tell how worried he was. After a few boring moments he decided to finally brake the silence.
"So, I hope you take care of our friends up there." He said, looking away from me.
"Wait, who's our friends, you're talking about those robots right?" I replied, obviously confused.
"Yes, animatronics actually, they are the breadwinners of this whole restaurant, my whole life is rested on these big, metallic hands." He snickered the last part to himself.
"Well, I'll leave you to it next Monday, you know the rules right? It's clearly stated that.." Before he could say anything else, I interrupted him.
"Yeah yeah I get it, don't touch the big robots , smile, don't poop on the floor, see ya later boss!" I yelled, trying to get out of the door as fast as possible. I could hear him behind me saying,
"Hey since when did you read the poster!"
Bosses, I love 'em...