At this point in my writing, I'm beginning to feel like a slut, but I'm in way too deep to stop now, so I'll tell you about something else, or should I say, someone else.
Mr. Simeon. My Boss.
After my graduation from college, I started to look for a job, and I found one pretty quickly.
A morning breeze chilled my skin as I strolled through the city toward the building I hoped to call home for the rest of my life.
At five a.m., the usually busy streets were deserted, the occasional taxi driver driving aimlessly down the road and looking for work. I continued my short five-minute walk and finally stopped at Homo Industries Inc, smiling up at the skyscraper.
While it wasn’t the biggest building in town, it was at least twenty stories high and a piece of architectural artwork. Since I
