A quick check of the watch on his wrist would show that the time was 07:59. Any minute now and Scotty would be walking up to relieve him of his shift. Scotty was a decent enough fella, a little scrawny, but wirey. God was he wirey in a scrap. The thought of the little "altercation" three weeks back brought a smirk to Derrick's lips.
08:00 and right on time up walks Scotty. "Hey Derrick... Jones wants to see you in his office." He gestured with his thumb towards the office of their boss, Daniel Jones. With a sigh, Derrick gives a nod of his head and buttons up his shirt before tucking it in. "Guess I'd better look the part huh?" Scotty chuckles and Derrick walks off towards the office.
A knock on the door and he hears the voice tell him to come in. After walking in he is told to take a seat. He takes his seat and the man starts talking. His tone is drowned out for a moment before someone hits the pause button on everything all together.
The color in the world fades to black and white, a man in a suit walks into the room before looking to you, the reader. "Hello, the man before you is Derrick Singer Macpool. He is an average white male, working as a night security officer.... this man here is his boss. One Daniel Jones. A man over weight and pushing fifty. He's one bad day away from a heart attack that will force him to retire..."
"The "meeting" you see before you is one that happens every month. Derrick gets called into his boss' office, where the man proceeds to talk to Derrick about his bad habits on the job and how he needs to change them or else he will be forced to fire the guy. Mr. Jones doesn't want to fire Derrick, he likes him. He even reminds Mr. Jones of a "younger him." Derrick has a hard time imagining this... The meetings are always the same, but nothing ever happens. Derrick has never been fired, never been written up, never even been......" "Derrick. Are you listening to me?"
Derrick is snapped out of his day dream. Brown eyes look to the round face of a balding older man. "Yeah chief. I hear ya, loud and clear. I'll clean up my act." "I mean it this time Derrick..." the old man says with a sigh. "Sure thing Chief. Can I go now?" The boss gives a nod of his head and Derrick takes his leave.
Once outside the trailer that serves as the office he lights a smoke. "Those things'll kill ya, ya know...?" He looks to Scotty and gives a nod of his head. "What they keep telling me.... Have a good one Scotty." He says with a wave of his hand as he makes his way to his '99 Chevy pickup.
Once home it was pants off, shirt unbuttoned, (leaving the v-neck white tee showing) and ass plopped on the couch. He turned on the tv, clicking the button and speaking into the remote, "Rick and Morty." The t.v. displayed a thinking loop before pulling up the info for the show. He clicked a few buttons and the show started up.
Letting out a sigh, he watched the intro of the show till he realized he was hungry. With a groan, he got up off the couch and moved into the kitchen, sliding across the floor in his socks. He bowl, milk from the fridge, and peanut butter captain crunch gathered, he made his way back to the living room of his trailer. The milk was set aside after he had poured everything and he took the bowl up with him as he once more leaned back to watch his show.
Several hours, and many cartoons later, he got a phone call. A glance at his phone showed it to be from a "Scotty "dosen't" Knoe." The green button was pressed and the phone raised to his ear. "Scottyyy... talk to me bro... Uh huh... yeah.... no, no that sounds good man. Give me like an hour to shower and change, I'll meet ya there." He hung up the phone and got off the couch. "Alexa, play my getting ready songs." There was a pause before the automated woman responded in her normal fashion. A moment later and "Single Ladies" started to play.
A quick strip down and Derrick was in the shower. Singing and dancing along with the song. "If ya like it, then you should've put a ring on it." It was quite the site to see to be sure. When he was done he hopped out of the shower and got dressed. Sporting a flannel long sleeved button down in a green and blue and black color. A black v-neck tee with a group of monies in suits and sunglasses, blue jeans, and some Wal-Mart purchased sneakers of black with blue trim. The outfit went together nicely he thought.
The door to the motel was closed behind him and Derrick made his way out for the night, cigarette in lip.
