1. Preston Stark
833 Ohio Avenue
Youngstown, Ohio 44504
330-518-6137
DannyD25t@gmail.com
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By: Preston Stark

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The nightmare
begins!!!

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Hatred
I will start off this book with a small word of advice. If someone ever tells you that college
was the best time of their life, they are most likely lying through their condescending, smugly
obnoxious teeth. I know you are wondering how I know that they are condescending, smug and
obnoxious. Well that part is relatively easy, see anyone who has ever been to college and wasn’t a
trust fund baby or an absolute screw up will tell you, college is the most nerve wrecking, time
wasting, mind blowing disaster you will ever experience. So unless you are into that stuff I strongly
suggest you prepare yourself accordingly.
Now I am not saying don’t go to college. In the world today a college degree is almost an
absolute must. I’m just saying don’t buy into the movies and your freshman week of glorious
debauchery. Chances are if you are like the majority of Americans then you will find yourself
working your way through school, which is very admirable, as well as difficult and leaves very
little time for toga parties. Though everyone should at least experience one toga party.
The next thing you will find out being a college student is your job options are very limited,
like only three fields limited. Your primary choices are retail, fast food, and work for the college.
If you have any common sense you will work for your college, however if you believe yourself
brave enough to venture into the world of retail then this is the book for you. Though this may read
like a satire I can guarantee every word in the book is true. Of course names have been changed
and certain companies will not be mentioned by name, but everything from this point on will be
based in hard fact. I know there has to be a couple people imagining this as being a boring read,
unfortunately for you this will probably read more like a horror story. Of course how does every
horror story begin?

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It was a surprisingly sunny and humid day in Youngstown, Ohio even though it was May the
fact the sun decided it saw fit to appear in the sky was a shock in itself. For anyone who didn’t
know Youngstown and it’s delightful out laying suburbs have only one positive light, Jim Tressle
and I am pretty sure most people know how his adventure out of the city turned out. To be honest
there is very little good about the city outside of Youngstown State University, but you can’t help
but root for the city. It keeps trying no matter how hard reality kicks it and is the perfect place to
start over. But enough about the city of despair, the fact that I told you this all starts in Ohio should
have let you know how rare of a commodity sunshine was in this area. As I walked into the
establishment a faint blue light shined on me. I felt like this was hope, I should have known it was
the light of foreboding doom. The interior of the store wasn’t exactly what one would call
impressive at least for what would deem itself as an established store. But here I am in this store
putting in an application. That day was filled with many such trips, luckily one of those pans out.
If we fast forward about three day I get a phone call and I am standing under that ominous blue
light. This time I am greeted by a middle aged man who is slightly balding. He seems tired, yet
wired. That magical combination that usually happened when someone has too much expresso and
not enough sleep. Or when someone has too much vodka the night before and not enough sleep.
Though he didn’t seem like the vodka kind of guy, after what I soon learned I couldn’t have
blamed him if he was. The interview was simple, the basic stare down and how bad do you want
this crap. This is where I made my first mistake, see when you really need the work you will say
just about anything to get the job. So when I was asked could I work Sundays it never crossed my
mind that, firstly I had no car to get there in, secondly no buses ran on Saturday, and third that I
was usually far to hung over to participate in life itself most Sunday. I like any young needy idiot

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just happily signed up for a seven days a week. Reflecting back I see how stupid that was, but at
that moment cash was cash. So I signed on the first meeting I had with my store manager was
generally forgetful. The room was a plain depressing white, the type of white that if you are
surrounded by too long can lead you to drinking. The woman seated behind the desk and was easily
in her early forties, she gave off an air of being overworked. She exasperatedly asked me did I
want the job. I could tell that she was trying to come off as an authoritative figure, unfortunately
for her the bags under her eyes and stack of papers on her desk immediately killed that vibe. I
realized now that I had subconsciously began to pity this poor woman. For those that can’t see
how I would let me explain. For a couple years before I had helped a close friend of mine at his
pawn shop, I know what the pressure of being in charge is like, I know what it does to a person. It
visibly wears on a person. No matter how well you keep yourself