Friday, 21 October 2011

A New Friend

Job hunting is hard. Really hard. Waking up at 6:00 in the morning to print off resume's and heading off to find a job is hardly fun. But sometimes it pays off to be diligent and not live off welfare. Sometimes, we find in times of trouble, that we get that break we're looking for. And that break just happened to become my best friend.


I had started the morning as usual, with a double shot of espresso and logging onto my Okubai Tenshin account to see if anyone wanted to buy the useless, soiled furniture left behind in my apartment from the old owners, as well as checking to see if anyone responded to my "Room mate wanted" ad. No replies. It wasn't that I lived in a dodgy area or anything, but it appears no uses this website for anything other than selling stained mattresses to fetishists and some company named Sleep E-Z Beds and Mattresses. I left the apartment, responding to any and all ads for employment in a large radius. Soon, it seemed the sun was coming down, and I decided to spend some time getting dinner as I was starved for something a little more entertaining than ramen.

I drove down to the Sunlight Boulevard, a district known for it's flashy lights and nightlife. It was a perfect place to find a bit of excitement, as I couldn't get close to Jo C's house without the government kidnappers raising a few eyebrows and barrels. Figuring I could do with a bit of energy, I went to the All-Nite Dance Club. The lights were flickering and I couldn't read all the letters at a time, but I could tell the atmosphere was positive and could definitely take me out of my stressful life of being unemployed. The music was loud and energetic, and the dancers were very enthusiastic about their job, it was great to see such job satisfaction. I even entertained the thought of working there myself, seeing how happy the men and women on stage were. I chuckled to myself, knowing I could never reach the level of skill in dancing as these individuals had. While I have spent time learning how to dance, I couldn't really tell how well they were dancing, as this was a new style to me. I was hardly a critic, but judging by the tips, these people were masters of their art. The crowd flocked to the dancers and couldn't even wait until the routine was over, as they literally threw their money at them! Crazy, I know, but some of them (and I don't care if you don't believe me) even put the money into their costumes, to keep it from flying away.

I took a seat near a window overlooking the boulevard, and faced a building across the street. The big neon red sign flickered gloriously. The sign read in big, bold letters, "Sunlight Motel", I had read in a tourist guide that it was famous for being amazing at service, so I figured I would check it out one day, but perhaps not tonight, as I had to take it easy. I ordered a few drinks and a steak from a very friendly waitress on rollerblades. I had never seen such a fun establishment before, I loved the place. Eventually I would need to go to the bathroom, and as I did, I noticed another man in a booth follow me in. I answered nature's call, and as I exited the stall, the man stretched his arm, leaning on the wall and cutting me off. Not in an intimidating way, but very friendly and smooth, as if he had done this a million times over. His long, slicked back pony tail and long nose intrigued me, but I was hardly one to judge. Although wearing sunglasses inside made him roughly 43.35% sexier according my Girls! Magazine.

"Hey man, I got what you need."

I was confused by what he meant until he outstretched his arm and opened his palm. It was two of my bird flu medication pills! He even went to the trouble of engraving smiling faces onto them. I couldn't be any more excited, and he could totally notice, as his eyes lit up as mine did. I really didn't know the city had a free healthcare program like this, but it was very nice. Usually I would have to pay quite a bit of money for bird flu medication, especially for the vaccination, but I guess life was looking up for me. I put the pills in my pocket and thanked him, before returning to my table. He looked at me from across the room and winked, and I smiled politely back at him. I turned to look out the window once more, and saw a lovely girl standing outside the motel. She gave me a cute smile and a wink before beckoning me over with her finger.

I stood up, paid my bill and walked down to see her. She greeted me with a hug, proving that she was perhaps the friendliest and most trusting person I've ever met. I introduced myself, and she shyly replied, "and I'm Roxxy. Roxxy Rebel." A strange name, I thought to myself, but I was hardly in the mood to be critical of anything. She smiled. And boy, what a smile it was. Her makeup was done perfectly, as if she had done an entire degree in beauty school. Her hair was long, and she had tattoos on her arm. I had to double check to see if I was just dreaming that I had gone back in time and met a pin up girl from the old days.

We walked down the boulevard, past all the attractions, talking passionately about everything. Conversation went from the weather to the US economy, to the expensive nature of bird flu vaccines and medicine, to the difficulty of getting a loan and how insurance companies can be really dodgy. She remained focused on me, eventually holding me closer to her as we walked to get icecream. If I didn't know any better, she kind of liked me. And before I could tell her I was already keen on another girl, her friends walked towards us. They were all wearing tight, fitting clothing, which must have been amazingly comfortable given how well it hugged their bodies. They approached us as a group and all seemed to smile at me very politely. They were certainly interested in me, and I felt quite good about myself. These were the nicest ladies I had ever met.

One of the girls, a brunette with tanned skin and some killer eyeshadow spoke to Roxxy. "Big Papa is coming, and he all mad." A car pulled up on the side of the road, I hadn't a chance to ask what was going on before a man stepped out of the car with two of his friends. The two friends stood next to the car silently as Big Papa walked towards the girls, with an expression of hatred on his face. He started speaking to the girls. It got heated real quick and they all started yelling. Some of the girls were crying, scared as all hell was going to break loose. Now, I had decided to use my skill I learnt from watching The Mentalist to see what was going on. Big Papa didn't look old enough to father so many different girls, especially as they were different races, so he was obviously a sleazebag who cheated on his wives. It became obvious to me. It all hit me at once. He was trying to ask his daughters for money to buy some birdflu tablets and needed some help. I stepped forward, thinking that the guy in the club was my guardian angel.

"Hey man, I got what you need."

Big Papa looked at me.

"Where did you get this?" he said, in as intimidating a voice as he could. I was a little confused.

"Bro I got these for free from some guy in that club across the street. The pony tail guy!"

Big Papa looked at his friends and then back to the girls. The anger on his face was almost cartoon like. He grabbed Roxxy by the hair and raised his other fist. As he went to swing, I grabbed his wrist and broke his arm in one swift movement I learnt from UFC. His friends sprung into action. I quickly spin kicked the one on the right in the face, and continued my momentum to throw a left hook into the thug on the left. Both of them dropped to the ground, without making a sound. Big Papa turned to face me and began to charge fiercely. I sidestepped, much like the matador lessons had taught me, and tripped him. His face slammed into the car door window. I opened the door and placed his head inside, before shutting it a few times to make sure the big guy was down and out.

The girls cheered for me, surrounding me and giving me money. They had their hands all over me, carrying the same excitement as the club had introduced to me. I was pretty happy, and thought to myself that maybe I could protect these girls, like a security guard. I jokingly asked Roxxy and all the girls quickly agreed. Maybe I found my job after all. I decided to celebrate by continuing my night with Roxxy, as the other girls departed to "work the streets" which I think means to also look for a job, but in street linguo.

Roxxy and I went to a nice cafe where she asked for the bird flu medicine. She took both tablets, and we continued to talk about how the season finale of Breaking Bad had affected us spiritually and emotionally. Soon she started acting wierd. She looked ill, as if she were going to faint. We started walking to her apartment, before she lost control of her legs. I caught her before she could fall but she was definitely unconscious. Not knowing the rest of the trip, I placed her over my shoulder and carried her to my home and placed her on my guest bed. I fell asleep thinking about Jo C.

When Roxxy came to, I made sure she was ok. She seemed pretty unphased by the ordeal last night, as if it were the usual. I made her a breakfast consisting of pancakes with jelly centres and we started talking about everything again. She asked if she could stay here, as she didn't feel safe in her neighbourhood. I understood I did need a roommate and my security work for her and her friends would fulfill both of my needs at the time. Not to mention, she was an amazing person in every respect. I could hardly find a reason to reject her.

Our conversation eventually turned to who the girl on my phone's wallpaper was. I told her about the Jo C story, and how the government had kidnapped her away from me. She was angered by this, sharing about her own hatred of the government and her rebellious side really shone bright. It seemed I had found an ally. She promised me she would help out in any way she could, and would definitely get her girlfriends to help in the situation.

It was looking like things were looking up for me. I had found a new best friend, a new roommate, a new job, a new group of friends and a new confidant. All in one person. Roxxy Rebel.

26 comments:

  1. It's always great to make a new friend! good luck!

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  2. Friends are what make us sane.

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  3. ah great man, whenever that happens, its a good sign

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  4. Great man... good luck

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  5. And everyone lived happily ever after. That's great, mate.

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  6. Job hunting is possibly one of the hardest things you can do these days

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  7. ace post, job huntiing these days is ridiculous :(

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  8. That sucks man but everything happens for a reason so just keep on going !

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  9. well, new experiences are always good.
    I wish you luck

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  10. Great read man, keep it up

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    Check out my blog if you ever have a minute

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  11. I would like to have a friend like Roxxy. I'll settle for matador lessons though.

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  12. Great read man, thanks for posting. Sounds like a good experience.

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  13. Keep it up man you will get the job and everything will be ok :)

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  14. I was Homeless in NYC for 6 months and i can safely say that experiences just like this one was what got me through it. There are lots of good people out there!

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  15. really cool story... glad you have good friends to pull you through :) good luck!

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  16. Just grabbed some sprite and some cheetos and sat through this. Loved it.

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