It took me months to realize that I was not going to be able to be alone all the time. 
I got a job at Diamond Joe's.

When I took the job I thought I knew what I was doing. Socializing myself, a necessary skill for human interaction. 
It would work anywhere but Diamond Joe's.
The workers at Diamond Joe's are strange, social misfits.

THE HEAD BOSS:
Rob, Changdwort rambler, parents fresh off the ship.
At first he wore only the finest of suits, Franzgottigo leather shoes for his multipeds and beautiful golden appendage links, then one day he came in with a hot pink earth female string bikini and he had shaved his hair all off.
Who knows?

MY IMMEDIATE SUPERVISOR: 
He is a man named Gil. He is fat and old and from the Gotnoro tribe who decimated all life on the planet Elbornium 5. He immediately made clear his distaste for the job. He had been there over 40 years, doing the same thing over and over. I like him alot. He's taught me many things, how Gatorade does not attack the stomache tissue with osmosis like water does. If you bathed in pure gatorade, you're fingers would not turn to prunes. He also knows a great deal about classical music and declared that Handels funeral dirge was "Our Song" What a romantic.
 

FRANCES VARDOK, earth woman
She is also extremely fat. I am completely fasinated by her. I often fantasize about watching her eat. It would be like watching a live sex movie. My eating habids are controlled, a highly regulated system. Though this allows for maximum health and improved bodily functions, it is a burden to maintain such exact chemical balances. I would like to mate while watching her lose herself to a grease cream ring and a whipped Frish bird egg souflettene. 

This woman hates life though. 

She not only hates life but she hates me especially because the first day of work I stole four of her battery pacs. She had about 12 of them. I know she will never be able to say for sure I took them but I know she knows I did it. I have just got to listen to the War front news because I am very afraid my family will die if the fighting gets too close to them!

I can hear Frances all day talking with Trina.
They live for the lottery. They won $$30 yesterday!!!
Otherwise they only talk about the failing health of their loved ones. "His gums are deteriorating, peridontal disese" 
"No!" 
"He's on insulin." 
"terrible"
"Yes, she's 80 years old and just had open heart surgery" 
"Dreadful accident, we went to beauty school together and look at her now "

When Frances answers the phone she is all sugar and molassis, but then when she hangs up she always makes some snide remark about haveing to deal with idiots. Yesterday was the best. She was on the phone, laughing and laughing at some joke and then hung up she stopped laughter short and says, "blundering screwball city" about the person who's joke she just laughed at. 

Today I came in to work and before I could even sit down, before I could even take my coat off Frances (I think of her as Fatty in my head) said "You have to go to room 200 because Joe is haveing problems with 36500" I knew 36500 was nothing but trouble. It took me all morning to sort out but in the end I conquered all.

After work I had quadzilion things to do, My time is packaged into neat little slots. 
Todays Slots:
work, mandatory theory classes, two pickups, stretching, meeting with "Chip", a man who's storeing merchandise for next year's 37's.

On the way to Encapsulation Theory class I noticed a new building, Every day I had gone by it and not noticed. I stopped and went inside. They had everything I could ever possibly need for reprocessing my box but I only got tacs. I went south to make a pickup then to the class. On the way a kept Hydroponic feeler system told me he always wanted to lick powder white Dreng procreation organs. I told him I was not interested because I was in love with a big fat Earth lady. 
By the time I got to class I was soaked from the rain.

Then home I did an unmemorable nothing for a couple hours then went to sleep.

The new day of work went by so slowly I thought I would die. It made me so lonely hearing Trina and Frances talking to each other and knowing that I was not to be involved in any way. I watched the clock and tried to focus on makeing the skin and feathers. Work took concentration & the velvet touch but I kept thinking about Fantima. I listened to her talk. The most enjoyable part of the day were the moments when Fantima would hang up the phone and curse, 
"Cutup mother  
fried damn kkk head 
slug tip sucking soused heathen 
bloody bison hind  
donkey butt 
child molester feelers
ugly fumbler root 
slick duck cheeter"
Waiting for her to hang up was like waiting to hear the crash after the skid, the breaking glass of a car accident, A moment of exciteing tension. 

After lunch she made few such condescending remarks. She was loveing towards everyone. Probably, she downed some uppers with the eight course feast she usually shovels into her fat head. I want her really bad. Every time I think about her eating a spark moves up and down my body, threatening to overheat me. I made excuses to go into her office and gave her long hard stares and hoped she knew what I was thinking.
I wished she loved me but I know I am skinny and ugly and tongue tied, 
an Dreng albino abnormal.
work progressed and we got closer to our goal. 
work work work.
I made few mistakes and delivered my quota.
Went home and and ate.

Back to work

The auDB machine was delivered today and I hooked it up to the vacuum and took notes on 36789. It was a long process but I finally smoothed the discharges until there was barely a ripple. By doing this research I make it easier for them to achieve the quick kill but I also am enjoying it.