Immediately after my alarm goes off, I open my eyes to see my sister flop out of bed. If there was one thing we both agreed on is that the way some jobs are out there, they suck. Especially the ones that can't seem to make up their minds, if they have one that is, on what the actual schedule is suppose to be.

Rubbing my eyes and lifting myself up, I gather my own strength and get out of my bed. Stretching my arms and walking to my drawer, I open it up and start picking out my work clothes for the day. "Come on Shade, let's get ready and get this over with." She groans a bit before she gets up off the floor and rubs the temples of her head. "Kit, remind me again why we are still doing this? I'm not sure how much more I can take of some of these fuckwits."

I turn around and put a hand on her head to ruffle her blue hair a bit. "I don't want to go as much as you do, but we have to build up the cash to get out of this dump somehow." She sighs and walks towards the bathroom to hop into the shower. "I know... just wished we had better opportunities again."

True to my words, it was hard to accomplish. Most places we looked at were pretty expensive, even a single story house was in the five digit category. The only house we found that was for real cheap of a couple thousand dollars was in a really bad place and the pics looked like a lot of water damages and infestations happened.

This was our fifth job in a way. Our first was working in the retail industry. It wasn't bad much aside from some people consistently not showing up or taking care of their stuff. But then the hours kept getting cut for people that were full time. Shade and I were in that category and we both got fed up with it and quit outright. Wasn't the smartest thing for us to do since we had nothing to fall back on for several months. It was up until we were dangerously close to getting kicked out of the apartment we were living in where we got another job.

That job was easy. Inspecting parts to separate the bad from the good. The only problem was the travel. We were told two different things, each, on how much gas millage we were getting compensated for. Some of the trips led to going into another state and twenty-six bucks wasn't going to cover it. Shade got worried about me after I had a slight mental breakdown during one of the job runs and we had to call it there. Neither of us were doing so well and she brought up to the point where we may join military forces to make ends meet.

If we didn't get an inside opportunity to our third job, we may have done so and Shade may have been court marshaled for assaulting a commanding officer. Given some of the stories we have heard nowadays, I honestly would join her. Especially if we got sent to one specific base.

"God damn it... Kitsuno... a little help please?" After I got my shirt put on and brushed my pants, I walked over into the bathroom to see Shade in the shower with half of a comb in her left hand. "Shade, what happened?" She throws the comb aside in the shower and holds onto her hair. "Another comb broke. I swear our job is a god damn joke. I really don't want to resort cutting my hair again just to get it out." Rolling up my sleeves, I reach into the shower and dig into her hair a bit to fish out the bits of comb. "I'll agree on that, but it always seems to be in this same spot in your hair. What do you keep on doing?" She shrugs, "Beats me. I would believe it more to happen with my tits or tail with how much I toss and turn in my sleep. And yet it is always the right side of my hair."

I pluck out the rest of the remaining bits of comb and pat her shoulder. "There, should be good now sis. Now hurry up, I heard it was suppose to start raining soon and with how cold it is, I's rather it not be sleet." Shade turns around and looks at me, "You got to be kidding, I thought it was just gonna snow." She resumes he shower and I walk out to start brushing my teeth.

As Shade said, our job is a joke. Which is what our third and current job is. We ended up getting into a factory that mass produced its products. At first we both started as packers on nights and safe to say after a few burns from hot plastic, Shade already had several rage fits. Granted, so did I as the gloves they provided didn't help so much on certain machines. The number twenty-three will forever be cursed to us because of how much of a pain in the ass that thing was.

Shade and I both agreed that some of the equipment must have been from over fifty years ago, let alone some of the people. We are in a more advanced time where this could all be automated well where this many problems should not happen. But it happens. I swear I saw one of the maintenance people fixing a loose bolt with packaging tape. PACKAGING TAPE!

After over a month, we weren't sure what we were gonna do. It was either we quit and look elsewhere or suffer through it a bit to see what else happens. This was where we were introduced to the lab section of the building. Someone thought we would be a fitting selection for the lab and we decided to give it a shot. It wasn't that bad honestly once we got the hang of... most of the stuff we needed to do. Simple measurements that needed to be done on a regular basis for some things, but it became a bit overwhelming for the two of us. And then came to some of the points where Shade's anger flared up for stuff we had little control over where we got written up.

To be fair, how were we suppose to, for twelve and a half hours a night, to keep an eye out on fourteen different machines? Some spat out one container, most spat out two. Then came along one of the bigger ones, which spat out four. These were some of the major ones that became serious issues throughout our job as changes happened way too frequently on those machines, which resulted in a lot more work and data to take notes on and report about every morning. It got worse when the canister machines got added in as one of those machines was old, decrepit, rusty, and always leaking out oil.

The other one, while it wasn't really that much of a hassle for certain parts, but when you have to measure the same thing... sixteen times a night. It gets old extremely fast.

Thankfully, those machines don't exist anymore in said factory as they were removed. In replacement for two more big machines... which are in shambles. But I'll get to those in a bit.

As time went by and less and less people were willing to work in the lab, we ended up having to train a few people after some quit. Needless to say, one was good for a certain amount of time until something happens to where they outright leave or we had to get them fired for their incompetence. Wasn't hard for a few when they clearly left a mess behind that we all had to clean up, constantly.

Needless to say, after a few years of the abuse we had in the lab, we went to the plant manager at the time and wanted out. We eventually got out to go as a relief pack out on the floor. This was a fresh burden lifted off our shoulders for a week as it was eight hours. Was. It got reverted back, to twelve hours again. Much to this rate we continued that same bullshit of a messed up time frame for a while, but this time on dayshift. Which wasn't so bad, up until we started getting lumped on machines here and there for some packers just flat out dissappearing for too long. Or the fun one Shade hated. Being the test dummy for new heat seal caps. The only reason either her or I would be chosen for that was because we were in lab. So that meant we knew what to look for.

After a few more months, we ended up getting a job elsewhere and put our two weeks in. This job was fascinating because it delved into logistics. We would have to pick out orders in a warehouse to create totes and get them shipped off to stores. It was a fun job and both of us liked it, aside from serious illness inducing moments, like molding liquids from a smashed crate of "insert food or liquid here". Much to where it resulted in the both of us carrying a mask for whenever we got those moments.

There was a few people that did kept hounding us to trade days with them. It was fine the first few times because we needed to for events and dental stuff. But then it became way to frequent to where we were this close to outright tell him to piss off. I mean, he wasn't a bad guy, it just became way too frequent to ask one of us.

Though, while we didn't mind the job. There were two issues. One, it was based on our performance. So we were on a very strict time limit for each and every tote we had. And after a six week grace period, that's where it really became a problem. Especially if we got thrown into a heavy area that had over a thousand totes lined up for it. This was causing us to be monitored almost weekly because we were falling behind. If we didn't meet a hundred percent average, we got wrote up. Which was bullshit as we did our best. The only times Shade got higher than that, was when she hit a burst of sheer rage and picked stuff up to throw into the tote and kick in the keypad to send it off. Sometimes she had to cause the damn button was missing or was this jagged piece of plastic that was left. This cause severe burnout for her though and made her very sluggish. Also didn't help that this was in the summer when we got this job and it gets hot here.

The second reason that made us both quit was our schedules. Shade and I share the same vehicle so we have to come in together. There were days we didn't share that and didn't know. So we got in trouble for that too. What broke the line was the sheer amount of days they had on our schedule and not say anything at all, that made us flat out turn out badges in and walk out. No two weeks, no notice except to the two people who didn't piss us off.

Our schedules were digital and we apparently were expected to be looking at our schedule twenty-four seven. We were scheduled even when we quit. For ten fucking days in a row! What fucking bullshit is that!?

And because of that, sad to say for us both... we returned to the plastic factory. Again we went as a packer to return to the lab. And it got... so much worse. The manager was a fucking dipshit, not saying the newer one knows what the hell she is doing either, but so much was ruined and made extremely harder the last time we were in the lab. So much has gone wrong where no matter who we trained, none of them lasted long past a week. And those that did, were utterly worthless. The only two so far we have no opinions with would be the latest two we trained. We believe we got what we could through to them good enough where it hopefully isn't going to end in hellfire. As within the year we have been back, we have already been written up three times because of shit that was not our fault. It's all thanks to all these fucking jackfucks that just go on and do whatever the hell they want to do and not give a flying fuck on what anyone in the lab says.

There's even been a dispute going on in the lab too to where who is the one to blame? Who really is the one at fault. Shade and I have been doing everything we could to keep things going and someone just ups and turns it into a hot mess. And here is the thing. There are people who know who is doing it. And they do what? Not a damn thing.

I honestly don't know how much more we can handle. Shade's came close to murdering a few people and I don't blame her one bit. People like this need to fucking go. Hell, there are some that make her feel uncomfortable about her hygiene. Shade and I both try to tend to ourselves as best as we can, but we aren't that great. But some of the people we have met, she legit had to hose herself off for feeling severe disgust due to some of the filth we had to come in contact with indirectly as they left a sample on one of the bottle we picked up that day.

I looked at the time on my phone and see Shade come out of the room with her work clothes on underneath her ruined jacket. She opens up the pocket in the front to pull out the keys to the jeep and walks to the front door. "Ready for another fun night sis? Cause I already have a feeling they fucked something else up. Probably thirty-two again." I trail behind her as she opens the door and we head off towards the jeep. "As ready as you are. Hopefully the night goes by quick."

She shakes her head and clicks the auto start on the key to turn the jeep on to warm it up. "I hope so, and I sure as hell hope we find something else quick. I can't believe the shit they pulled. Swapping us to eight hours for barely four weeks and now they just upright tell us we are going back to twelves? All for what?"

"Someone said it was because we got more sales. Which is dumb. How the hell does this place have more sales and not more lawsuits?" We both get in the vehicle and she inserts the key to get it started up. "Clearly they don't want quality or maintenance besides a bunch of worthless idiots leading on. Cause that's all there is at this rate." She shifts the gearbox and the jeep starts moving out of our parking space and we started heading out to the road and drove off. Back to the usual bullshit we are sadly stuck with for now due to no one out there actually hiring that is worth it. Those that do, unfortunately have the same results of what we have right now.