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You're not even sure HOW you got into this mess. You're currently in the change rooms of some sort of construction company, with a uniform that's three times larger than you'd ever need. Why the hell did you even accept the job offer? You were fine with your job as a reporter, even if you never actually got to go to Castle Bathory. Turns out the place doesn't exist anyway; just something thought up by your stupid imagination. And it also turns out that you're a really shitty reporter in real life. No wonder your boss fired you when you started blabbering like a drunken idiot about magical leprechauns and cursed mirrors.
He probably thought you were high or something.
It doesn't matter though, because now you have to put on this uniform and get started with your new job. As you pull off your clothes and put on the humongous grey singlet, you recall the job offer: the advertisement boasted of 'high pay rates' and 'huge opportunities'. It turns out the pay's about $27 an hour, and all you're doing is heavy lifting. The employer insisted that you wear the ridiculously big uniform, which you're currently having difficulty putting on. It's pretty hard to pull on a pair of pants when the waistband's at least double your width. You manage to hold it up by tightening the belt like crazy, then grab the last part of the uniform, the bright orange overalls. They slide easily over your thin body, and once they're in place, hang loosely off your shoulders.
You look in the mirror, and realise how stupid you look. They could've at least given you clothes appropriate for your size. And besides, how's a guy like you supposed to do 'heavy lifting'? You can't lift a dumbbell, let alone a 100-something Kg metal pipe. All of the other workers are huge - why would they even hire a person as weak as you?
It doesn't make any sense.
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