Nico DeGrange
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Following the Call
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The One Who Follows Snippet
In the midst of this drama, came one of life’s pivotal moments. A few months into living at the loft with similar or exceedingly wild stories that I will spare you the details of, I realized I was tired of being dead broke. Since I declined the internship at McLaren, I had taken up three part-time jobs. One as a cashier/busboy/waiter/janitor at a walk-in fast food restaurant called Wahoo’s. I was paid minimum wage, and whatever tips were made were to be put into a collective jar for the week and dispersed equally to all the staff, which I hated because I was a charming little devil and the tips I made in a week would have been worth my while. I hated that job. I had greatness in me, don’t you know, and I felt too good to be waiting on people hand and foot and cleaning dirty bathrooms. The second part-time job I got was much better (for the time being) and more lucrative, I was an employee in fashion retail at Lacoste. I had a great group of co-workers and was paid a whole $11/hour. Big cash ting, you know? But that was like a supernova, burn bright die young, as management closed that location within ten weeks of me joining the team, because of poor sales performance from the year before (and by poor performance I mean a 2% drop instead of a 25% increase, the impossible mark they had been shooting for, while the city of Philadelphia had the façade of the store under construction for the last fourteen months). They had given us all one week’s notice. Yay. Back to serving up bowls of “Are your taste buds satisfied with the $8 quality food you are eating, or would you like me to take it back to the kitchen a fifth time?” I was getting really frustrated. I was looking for jobs, getting an interview here and there but getting nothing. Some said I was overqualified and that they were only looking to give the position to those with no prior work experience and/or no college education. I had also been working on building a business, which just so happened to fall into the energy industry, and research and development is quite expensive if I am putting it lightly.
By Nico DeGrange5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
Somewhere in a province that has long lost its name lay a secret that was much too exposed to be called as such. Though Kings of men long overlooked its splendor in pursuit of glory, honor, fame, riches and power, this gift beheld the exact treasures of the beholder. It presented itself bound within the confines of two rectangular leather hides, filled with scribbles on papyri of remnants of old. But it was not bound, this little black book. No. Before it was a book it was a word, spoken and bold, full of authority and creativity, principle, and victory. It was the spirit of the word, if you will, but the only way it could be carried into the future generations, beyond the moment it was declared, was to be conformed to that of a book. The book had one writer, though many contributed to its pages, therein lie its mystery. It was home to the greatest conquests since the dawn of time. It was also home for those who opened its pages. And in a moment, a sojourner, one foreign to the existence of this book, came upon it.
By Nico DeGrange5 years ago in Humans
