[Note: This starts slow. If you’re not into that and want to jump to the action, I made a break point with “—” to indicate where the action picks up. Feel free to jump ahead if the pace is too slow.]
“Good afternoon” I say to the security guards as I make my way to the elevator and on to the upper floors of the building. The guards wave back and say something, but I have my headphones in so I just smile in response. I look down at my phone. It’s 3pm and they’re probably just about to head home from their shift.
It might sounds strange walking into work at 3pm, but I didn’t work a 9-5 gig. I actually wasn’t even supposed to be here today. I’m a part-time intern here, originally picking up this job a few years ago during my summer break as a way to get some extra pocket change. It was a short walk from my college campus and I had very flexible hours. The work was actually pretty easy and most of the time I listened to music until I finally had something to do. All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad job.