Chapter 19
The next day, with the help of Marco, Whitney finally finished up the information needed to get me the ID. I was known as Josh Blanchett. I was 5' 10", 210 lbs, and originated from Windsor Ontario. Kind of a stretch, but it worked all the same. I was Josh Blanchett. Simple as that. I had to remind myself that.
I was 18 years old, and live with some buddies in town. I had a SIN number and everything. I was set, I just had to morph and demorph when I was hidden. It was simple.
During Monday that week, I went in and went to my interview. I kept my posture and got acquainted with the warehouse I was to work in. They told me how to inventory stuff and everything, and how to properly stack the furniture to keep it from breaking.
It was a heavily godfearing company and it was always intent to keep the swearing and cursing to a minimum. About three minutes into the tour, I could tell that nobody cared. People were swearing and so on and what not. It looked like a good and fun job. Just enough to keep me in food and clothes. Maybe even some extras. The beginning rate was ten bucks an hour, so I was safe.
The next day, they called me back. Apparently some guy named Brian had quit to go to college or something, so they needed some help. I got the job. And it was really easy. I went in and got acquainted with the other employees. The night foreman was Dutch. His name was Anthony, but everyone called him Toner for some reason. His two cousins were Darren and Manuel. They were only part time, so I wouldn't see them often. We called Manuel Mangina, I could never figure out why.
There were three other full time guys. Matt Louwestein, Kevin Engryman, and John Van Schepen. Kevin and Van Schepen were both grumpy. Matt was cool. He was into wrestling and had the same taste in music as I had. He listened to everything from Eminem to Korn. It was cool. I got along with him really well.
The other two guys were Brennen Bell and Terry sol. Both came in at one every day and worked until they were done. It was a job in which a workload was assigned for the day and the part time guys didn't leave until it was done. That left Toner, Brennan, Terry, Darren and Manuel to finish up.
Darren and Manual came in after school, while Terry and Brennan came in after lunch, so they were all in for a while. I came in at eight every morning. I requested that I went home at five every night and no work on weekends. He said that was fine. They wouldn't need me on weekends and that late anyway. I was in the clear, and I had a job.
I immediately became attached to the place. The workers were fun to work with and the job wasn't at all that difficult to get used to. We would take the pieces off a trailer to put in the warehouse, inventory them, then put them on trailers to go to specific areas in the country. Simple, except you would occasionally get a box that didn't co-operate with you. Then one of the other guys was there to help out.
Terry and Brennan were really cool, always popping out with jokes and stuff. And were always happy. I immediately assumed it was drugs, which it was. Actually, Brennan really reminded me of Marco, but a bit more mature and less whiny. Even looked the same with the dark, tanned skin and the afro. Brennan was even short. It was funny, he was almost a carbon copy or something.
Matt was kind and understanding, so he was fun to work with. He was also incredibly strong and a hard worker. It was fun working with him.
Toner was a different story. He was always preaching, and telling me my ways were wrong, but he was strong and a good worker as well. It depended on the day whether he was grumpy or not. But overall he was cool.
I never really met up with the other guys. Kevin was always whining, and Van Schepen was grumpy.
The boss was alright. He was understanding regarding our situation, and always tried his best to suit our needs, but it was evident that sometimes it wasn't enough and he got frustrated. His name was John Kiers. He was a big guy, and he was hardly ever in the warehouse, except to give us our next batch of work. He was a nice guy, and the good news, he hardly ever fired anyone, unless it was absolutely necessary or if it was beyond his grasp.
I was continually needing to hide in the row or something to demorph every hour or so. Just to be safe. I usually would demorph and remorph on my way when nobody would see me. It was a challenge, but in a mere week, I got used to it. Brennan, for some reason got the time to come up with a nickname. He said I reminded him of someone. My nickname was Gordo. sometime Grodo, and formerly Gordalicious. Outrageous names, but the irony bothered me. My name is Gordon, and therefore he should not be that accurate. Eventually, he told me about the guy that died recently in his school.
I knew he looked familiar. We went to the same school. He must have been one of the guys on one of the teams I used to be in or something. He said I acted like him. I told him I had never heard of a 'Gordon', and that was that. By the end of the week, he had everyone calling me Gordo. It was funny, but I accepted it, and went on. Maybe it would make me feel more at home, being called something closer to my real name.
In only one week, I had generally been accepted, and was Gordo. I netted three hundred bucks, so I was happy. Can't argue with that. My mind was the only part that was tired. My body regenerated every time I morphed, my mind didn't. The morphing leaves you mentally and sometimes physically exhausted.
The next day, with the help of Marco, Whitney finally finished up the information needed to get me the ID. I was known as Josh Blanchett. I was 5' 10", 210 lbs, and originated from Windsor Ontario. Kind of a stretch, but it worked all the same. I was Josh Blanchett. Simple as that. I had to remind myself that.
I was 18 years old, and live with some buddies in town. I had a SIN number and everything. I was set, I just had to morph and demorph when I was hidden. It was simple.
During Monday that week, I went in and went to my interview. I kept my posture and got acquainted with the warehouse I was to work in. They told me how to inventory stuff and everything, and how to properly stack the furniture to keep it from breaking.
It was a heavily godfearing company and it was always intent to keep the swearing and cursing to a minimum. About three minutes into the tour, I could tell that nobody cared. People were swearing and so on and what not. It looked like a good and fun job. Just enough to keep me in food and clothes. Maybe even some extras. The beginning rate was ten bucks an hour, so I was safe.
The next day, they called me back. Apparently some guy named Brian had quit to go to college or something, so they needed some help. I got the job. And it was really easy. I went in and got acquainted with the other employees. The night foreman was Dutch. His name was Anthony, but everyone called him Toner for some reason. His two cousins were Darren and Manuel. They were only part time, so I wouldn't see them often. We called Manuel Mangina, I could never figure out why.
There were three other full time guys. Matt Louwestein, Kevin Engryman, and John Van Schepen. Kevin and Van Schepen were both grumpy. Matt was cool. He was into wrestling and had the same taste in music as I had. He listened to everything from Eminem to Korn. It was cool. I got along with him really well.
The other two guys were Brennen Bell and Terry sol. Both came in at one every day and worked until they were done. It was a job in which a workload was assigned for the day and the part time guys didn't leave until it was done. That left Toner, Brennan, Terry, Darren and Manuel to finish up.
Darren and Manual came in after school, while Terry and Brennan came in after lunch, so they were all in for a while. I came in at eight every morning. I requested that I went home at five every night and no work on weekends. He said that was fine. They wouldn't need me on weekends and that late anyway. I was in the clear, and I had a job.
I immediately became attached to the place. The workers were fun to work with and the job wasn't at all that difficult to get used to. We would take the pieces off a trailer to put in the warehouse, inventory them, then put them on trailers to go to specific areas in the country. Simple, except you would occasionally get a box that didn't co-operate with you. Then one of the other guys was there to help out.
Terry and Brennan were really cool, always popping out with jokes and stuff. And were always happy. I immediately assumed it was drugs, which it was. Actually, Brennan really reminded me of Marco, but a bit more mature and less whiny. Even looked the same with the dark, tanned skin and the afro. Brennan was even short. It was funny, he was almost a carbon copy or something.
Matt was kind and understanding, so he was fun to work with. He was also incredibly strong and a hard worker. It was fun working with him.
Toner was a different story. He was always preaching, and telling me my ways were wrong, but he was strong and a good worker as well. It depended on the day whether he was grumpy or not. But overall he was cool.
I never really met up with the other guys. Kevin was always whining, and Van Schepen was grumpy.
The boss was alright. He was understanding regarding our situation, and always tried his best to suit our needs, but it was evident that sometimes it wasn't enough and he got frustrated. His name was John Kiers. He was a big guy, and he was hardly ever in the warehouse, except to give us our next batch of work. He was a nice guy, and the good news, he hardly ever fired anyone, unless it was absolutely necessary or if it was beyond his grasp.
I was continually needing to hide in the row or something to demorph every hour or so. Just to be safe. I usually would demorph and remorph on my way when nobody would see me. It was a challenge, but in a mere week, I got used to it. Brennan, for some reason got the time to come up with a nickname. He said I reminded him of someone. My nickname was Gordo. sometime Grodo, and formerly Gordalicious. Outrageous names, but the irony bothered me. My name is Gordon, and therefore he should not be that accurate. Eventually, he told me about the guy that died recently in his school.
I knew he looked familiar. We went to the same school. He must have been one of the guys on one of the teams I used to be in or something. He said I acted like him. I told him I had never heard of a 'Gordon', and that was that. By the end of the week, he had everyone calling me Gordo. It was funny, but I accepted it, and went on. Maybe it would make me feel more at home, being called something closer to my real name.
In only one week, I had generally been accepted, and was Gordo. I netted three hundred bucks, so I was happy. Can't argue with that. My mind was the only part that was tired. My body regenerated every time I morphed, my mind didn't. The morphing leaves you mentally and sometimes physically exhausted.