7-11

Chapter 2: The Continued Epic Quest for Employment.

In this chapter, out hero visits 7-11's Winnipeg offices for 'training'.

At one 7-11/Esso store in South St. Vital, there exists some offices for 7-11 and their corperate 'synergy' machine. This is where our humble hero of unemployment found himself as the sun peaked above yonder diseased elm trees this fine morn.

He pulled up to the mostly non-descript office front riding his Korean made enchanted chariot to the rousing welcome of the low fuel light. Halting suddenly near the grand entrance, he dismounted and proceded inside the fortress of temporarily erected office walls. Once inside, a dire looking damsel directed him into a meeting hall of sorts. Only this wasn't just any meeting hall (wasn't even in the same league as the Round Table!).

No indeed, the place he found himself at was a corperate training room, complete with self-titled trophies of corperate battles won. One wall was plastered with banners proclaiming "Hire them right, Train them right, Treat them right." as a slogan of their subversive strategems. Another wall radiated with the vile magicks known only as 'synergy', with such enchanting banners as "Empower!", "Safety First", and "We Care About You!".

The hero, nearly hypnotised by the giant trophy proclaiming this the seat of some aspect of the corperate empire, was almost taken by the news that this was the 'Slurpee Capital of the World.' Such lofty titles can easily convince a humble student of the mathematical arts to throw down his quest to build great marvels, and become a serf to the corperate Lords!

It took nearly 8 hours to convince the hero that being a subservient slave to the master's will would indeed be a good thing. He could have fame and fortune, and even a career mopping the floor and selling stale convenience food. Perhaps he might even last the 20 years required to get the maximum holiday time, to lesson the burden of labour.

But then, after passing all their obstacles cleanly, and being awarded the right to wear the empires own colours, the whole illusion came shattering down. He went outside again to see his chariot still stationed there, waiting for more great travels as a free man. Snagging the crested shirt, he departed, hoping that his situation would not induce the duress of a magnitude required to make him don that shirt.

All for another day, he thought, as tomorrow he would journey into the empire known as walmart, to seek better fortunes.

*grins*