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Eugene had decided that he would rather die than price-mark another box of frozen lasagna.

...Ok, so maybe that was a little overdramatic, but his wrist was absolutely killing him right now. Gingerly, he sets aside the mustard yellow pricing gun, taking a moment to inspect the countless boxes laid out before him. Just how many boxes of frozen lasagna did one store need? He’d gone through at least twelve cartons since this morning, and it looked like he barely even made a dent in the mountain of cardboard boxes. Of course, as usual, David has so cruelly abandoned Eugene in his hour of need - probably off burning through a pack of cigarettes in the parking lot.

[i]What a cold son of a bitch.[/i]

Letting out a long, heaving sigh, Eugene tries to get back to work, slicing open another box with a pair of scissors. He gets through about five more boxes before his eyelids start to feel heavy, which really was rather impressive given his track record. On a regular day, he would’ve conked out about three boxes in, but he supposed that can of Red Bull he had for breakfast [i](shocking, I know)[/i] this morning was doing exactly what it was supposed to. His eyes start to water, a yawn bubbling up from his lungs; the linoleum floor he was sitting on suddenly felt so comfortable, almost as comfortable as his bed back home. Keyword: [i]almost[/i].

In a stroke of pure genius, or perhaps [i]utter stupidity[/i], Eugene grabs a handful of cushioning paper out of one of the boxes, and sort of smushes it into a makeshift pillow. A quick power nap couldn’t hurt, right? He’d be wide awake and ready to face the day in ten minutes, waaay before anyone finds him passed out in a pile of frozen lasagna. And if David happened to walk in at an unfortunate moment, well, he wasn’t exactly the most hardworking employee either, was he? Another shuddering yawn wracks his frame, and he sprawls rather ungracefully across the floor, falling unconscious almost as soon as his head hits the “pillow”.

Blissful darkness claims him, but not for nearly long enough. A wonderful dream involving an extra-large pepperoni pizza was rudely interrupted by a shrill whistle that threatens to burst Eugene’s eardrums.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Eugene says without missing a beat, immediately shooting up into a sitting position. This was it - this was the day he lost his job. How was he going to support his pet cat Charlie now? His parents would throw him [i]and[/i] Charlie out of the house; instead of kibble and instant ramen, they’d have to live off leftovers scavenged from restaurant bins. He wouldn’t, no… he [i]couldn’t[/i] live like that. Maybe if he begged enough, they’d let him stay despite napping on the job for the umpteenth time [i](he’s only been caught twice though)[/i].

It takes a few more moments for his sight to focus, and his mind was already swimming with ways he could wheedle himself out of getting fired, but instead of the fuming, red-faced manager he expected to see, it was someone much more welcome.

“Jesus Christ, Mari. You scared the shit outta me.” Eugene fights the urge to point out how the sentence rhymed as he clambers to his feet, a hand placed over his heart for emphasis. Truth be told, it was barely an exaggeration. He could still feel his heart pounding from the rude awakening, but most of all, he was relieved. It was a stroke of luck that Maricel had found him instead of a manager, and he flashes her one of his signature grins, though it’s tinged with a hint of sheepishness. “What’re you doing back here?”

It was a good question, or at least he thought it was. Usually, customer service never came around to the back room. If they needed to know the price of an item, all they had to do was walkie one of the stock and storage guys to find out. If they needed something set up in the store, well, they’d walkie them too. But apparently, today was a little different, and Eugene was already starting to get antsy from having to hold the fort until David gets back from his self-appointed smoke break.