Another Day at Work – A Short Story

Browsing through some of the old files on my computer tonight, I discovered this quick story I wrote. Some of you may remember it from being in my DeviantArt.com journal in the fall of 2004. This perilous adventure features a day at my old job which I should warn is grossly exaggerated – except for the parts where I am both wicked tough and supremely cool. All names of businesses have been removed. Enjoy the read. – Kurt

It felt like a balmy midsummer day when I pulled into the gravel parking lot of the low income auto dealer, but it was in fact the first day of autumn. I stepped out of my car, scrutinizing the rinky-dink business I was about to enter. It wasn’t much; a converted house painted red and white, crossing that line between patriotic and terribly cheesy. I strode slowly up the cement steps, taking a deep breath to collect my thoughts, before I entered.

“Remember what you are here to do,” I told myself. Then I opened to door and walked in.

I realized I was outnumbered as soon as the door closed behind me. Three against one, not my favorite numbers, but I’d been in worse. I stayed calm, kept a stone cold glower about me, and presented my request.

“Who da fuck a’ you?” He said with a heavy mafia accent.

“My name is Hunt, I was sent here from TYMO,” I kept my hands in my pockets, peeking out from beneath my heavy brow, “You must be Smiles.”

“Yeah, dat’s me.”

“Then you know what I’m here for.” I wasn’t about to play games with this moot.

His two companions kept a careful eye on me, I kept my distance, making sure they didn’t surround me. Smiles stalled for a few seconds, no doubt testing my patience.

I didn’t waver.

When he realized it was his move, he reached into the desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it on to the desk in front of him ‘TYMO’ was scribbled on it in childlike handwriting. Smiles had horrible penmanship.

“There ya go. One Hundred Thousand (ok so it was really $100) just like we talked about.”

I took the envelope; it felt light.

“TYMO, what’s dat stand for anyway?”

I felt like saying something smart. Something that would dare the two lackeys at my sides to make a move. I kept my mouth shut; it’d been a while since I’d had a job that went smooth. There was no sense in jeopardizing the mission.

“It’s just a name,” I responded.

“Haha, just a name he says,” Smiles slapped the desk and laughed, “Yous guys must thinks you have pretty big brains. Just a name, ha!”

Smiles leaned back in his chair and grimaced. Between his teeth and cocky grin sat a tiny toothpick. It moved back and forth like a finger warning me not to make a move. I turned without saying anymore. My job was done, now I was going to take the….

My finger caressed the inside of the envelope.

It was empty.

I stopped, tongue in cheek.

That son of a bitch.

Behind me, Smiles continued to laugh.

I turned around to face him, my face now sullen with pity for this fat greaseball in front of me.

“Is there somethin’ wrong?”

I tipped the envelope upside down, “Oh, there’s something wrong,” I dropped it onto the cheap shag rug of his office, “Where’s the money, Smiles?”

“Oh Jesus, did I forgets to put da money in dare?”

A smile crossed my face and I nodded. I’ll admit… I was amused. Amused that a two timing, son of a bitch like Smiles was stupid enough to pull this on me.

“Jesus Christ. Hey, Moe,” he said to the thug at my side, “Why don’t yous get this nice man a seat while I write out a check for him.”

Moe pushed me into a seat. He was lucky I didn’t break his arm for touching my new coat.

“Let me get my check book,” Smiles reached into the desk drawer and withdrew a pistol. He set it on the desk where it was easily within his reach. My weapons experience told me right away it was a Desert Eagle twelve shot handgun, a surprisingly powerful weapon for a bottom feeder like Smiles. No doubt he kept one in the chamber too.

Was this supposed to scare me?

“Now… how much did you say I owed yous?”

“Ah, well let’s see. I believe it was…” I scratched my head, trying my best to appear nervous, “Oh yeah. Three hundred thousand ($300).”

“Oh was dat all? Let’s see what we can do about that.”

I was on my feet in no time, kicking the chair behind me and knocking Moe off of his feet. The other guy didn’t have time to dodge the fierce left hook that sent him sailing backwards into a wall of hunting trophies.

Smiles reached for the gun, but it was already in my hand. I turned and fired two quick shots into Moe’s knees, and one into the thigh of the other goon. The rest of the chamber I emptied into the wall around Smiles head. The man jumped and dodged in panic. When the pistol was empty I thrashed him with it in the face.

“Woah, woah, woah!” He shouted with his hands in front of him. I slammed the overweight asshole against the wall.

“Hey, kid, come on, we can work somethins out!”

“I want my money, asshole, and I want it now.”

“Alright, alright, I gots ya money!”

I slammed him again, against the cheap wood paneling.

“I do, I do. Look in my pocket, my left pocket.”

I stuck my hand in his pocket and pulled out the check. It was there.

Smiles held his hands up, “See I told yous it was there, now yous not gonna hurts me or anything, right? Right?”

“You get lucky today Smiles, but there is only a hundred thousand ($100) here. Which means…”

He squirmed a little and I slammed him against the wall again, tightening my grip on his collar, “Which means I’ll be back here Monday morning for the rest. Listen to, listen to me, if you’re not here… Smiles, if you’re not here, I’m gonna find you and you’re gonna be real sorry, okay?

He didn’t respond. Again, a little roughing up got an answer.

“Okay, okay, I hears ya. Monday morning.”

I tossed the chump into the corner, “Have a nice weekend, boys.”

With that I left the office, closing the door behind me like a gentleman. As I walked to my car with the check in my hand I whispered to no one but myself,

“I love my job.”

Graduated

Sunday was graduation. Finally, after 8 years of interspersed collegiate activity, a film degree, worldly travels, and more than a few big boy jobs, I finished my Bachelor’s Degree in Archaeology. I’m so grateful to all the people who made my year at Potsdam unforgettable. I wish our days could have lasted forever, I’m going to miss seeing you guys everyday. Bova, Elijah, Isaiah, Cooper, Kait, Bri 1 and Bree 2, and everyone else under the Potsdam sun, you guys are the best.

Veronica Mars – CANCELED

It’s official. Veronica Mars will air its final episode 2-hour episode on The CW next Tuesday.

From Variety:

The CW has officially greenlit three dramas and two unscripted magazine shows — and it’s looking like the sun is going down on “Veronica Mars.”

Definitely gone: “All of Us,” the Will Smith-produced laffer that ran for three seasons on UPN and CW. Returning shows snagging official pickups: Laffers “Girlfriends” and “The Game,” and dramas “Smallville,” “Supernatural” and “One Tree Hill.” CW picked up “Everybody Hates Chris” for a third season earlier this spring

And while nothing’s official, people familiar with the situation said “Mars” was, indeed, canceled.

As expected, execs at the Green net Tuesday called the producers of “Gossip Girl,” “Reaper” and a remake of Blighty family drama “Wild at Heart” to give them the good news. After some last-minute snags, comedy “Aliens in America” also got the go-ahead Tuesday afternoon.

CW is moving forward with a pair of magazine style shows, both of which will likely air Sunday nights in the 7 p.m. timeslot. “Online Nation” is a sort of “America’s Funniest Home Videos” for the YouTube generation, while “CW Now” is the net’s “ET”-style look at pop culture.

On the scripted side, greenlight for “Gossip Girl” gives exec producer Josh Schwartz his second series order this sea-son. It’s a quick comeback for Schwartz, whose last hit—Fox’s “The OC”— left the air in February.

And The Hollywood Reporter:

The drama surrounding the CW’s hot comedy prospect “Aliens in America” reached a happy conclusion Tuesday when the pilot was picked up to series and veteran writer-producer Tim Doyle was tapped as executive producer/showrunner.

As part of the deal, Doyle inked a two-year, seven-figure overall pact with CBS Paramount Network TV, which will be producing the series with Warner Bros. Television.

In addition to “Aliens,” the CW, which is gearing up for its Thursday upfront presentation, ordered three new drama series — “Gossip Girl,” “Reaper” and the untitled South Africa project — to fill the void from the departure of veterans “7th Heaven” and “Gilmore Girls” and cult favorite “Veronica Mars.

Additionally, the network handed out renewal notices to the comedies “Girlfriends” and “The Game” and the dramas “Smallville,” “Supernatural” and “One Tree Hill.”

Hope for Veronica Mars?

From Michael Ausiello over @ TVGuide.com

This is why I always tell you people that it ain’t over till it’s over: According to my CW moles, bless their hairy little hearts, the odds of Veronica Mars being renewed just went from “so-so” to “pretty good.” Suddenly, per my spy, “There’s a glimmer of hope.” Here’s why:

• Since Gilmore Girls is packing it in, the network suddenly has an extra hour of prime real estate available. What are they gonna do, renew 7th Heaven again? (That was a joke, CW. Don’t get any ideas.)

• CW prez Dawn Ostroff is said to have responded very favorably to the trailer that series creator Rob Thomas shot for a potential reworking of the show with VM as an FBI agent (think Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs, only with way better hair and funnier dialogue). What’s more, sources whisper to me that on the strength of that presentation, Thomas and Co. have been asked for more deets of the proposed revamp.

• Big changes are afoot — starting at the very top. “They’ve talked about a title change,” says my spy. (Hey, if the quality remains the same, they can call it Veronica Mars Presents: The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll for all I — and I suspect all of us V fans — care.) Furthermore, there would likely be a major cast shake-up, with Bell the only guaranteed carryover.

So what do you think, people? Isn’t VM worth saving, even if it means we’ll have to flash-forward through her remaining college years? (There are only so many keggers a girl can go to, anyway.) And what about new titles? Do we really want to leave that up to the suits that eighty-sixed Everwood? Methinks now might be a good time to start offering up suggestions.

The CW announces its fall schedule next Thursday.  Stay tuned.

My call?  Chances Veronica Mars returns in the fall:  1 in 5