The prompt was to tell about a job that didn’t work out as expected. In my work, there have been more than one job that didn’t work out, and I could use this as an exploration of every job I’ve ever held, though that might be a bit much (the terms story-telling is predatory in nature from Spider Speculations remains in my mind), and I often overshare.

Perhaps, it was my first job at Best Buy? The position was in an entirely different time (~2011), and I hardly had any understanding of economics at the time, but the pay was better than nothing. My work mostly involved stocking shelves. I remember a co-worker that connected with me on games (World of Warcraft comes to mind), and sitting in the white-walled and bland break room. I had no intentions to make the job anything significant, or to commit to it – I was more concern with the local Hookah bar that all the locals visited, women, videogames, and exercise. The job was the only requirement my Dad had for me to stay with them – but the every present distractions and my soften, unfocused mind, ended with a one-way ticket “home”, and the dissolution seemed to be the first string towards an unraveling of my main childhood friendship.