You take one final glance at your bank account, it’s finally come to this….
Was that extra drink ever worth it? Was the takeout you bought really good enough to be worth it?
Bills are coming in, rent is due, you’re out of food… Well being a cleaner isn’t that bad of a job, the hours fit into your timetable and the pay is surprisingly good.
Almost too good but you can shake that thought out of your mind, who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth? Also it was either this or selling your organs on the black market and you’ve become quite accustomed to having 2 kidneys, so onwards you go.
The head of human resources said she’ll meet you at Starbucks, which seems like a weird start for a janitorial position. This whole thing is a bit weird but you got 99 problems and $$$ solves 76 of them.