Getting a job

Where: Job Allocation Centre.
Who: Shaine O'Riley, Job Allocator.
When: Right about... now.
Shaine had just left Parrott's bar, so he was feeling okay. He was
glad he'd had that beer, as being in stasis for 50 years wasn't easy
on the brain. Now it was just time to get on with it, and try and
get back at that doctor. Shaine felt that he had changed, and that
doctor did something to his brain, but he wasn't too sure what. He
didn't feel as much like punching a hole in his brain, but he didn't
feel less angry, so he went to get better revenge - getting a job
that would mean he would *have* to pick on that doctor. At least
until they stopped at a civilised world where he could get off.
"Welcome Mr O'Riley, I'm glad you have decided to get a job while
aboard the ship. Have you looked at the list of positions available
before coming here?" the Job Allocator asked.
"Yep."
"Is there any position that you would like?"
"Yep."
"What would you prefer?"
"Health and Safety Inspector."
"Oh, okay." the JA said, not thinking he would ever get any interest
in that position. "What qualifications do you have that would help
you in this role?"
"I'm here."
"Good enough for me. You're hired." The JA went into further details
about the position, including pay, hours, uniform, his duties and
his special powers as a Health & Safety Inspector. Heh heh. "When
can you start?"
"Now." Shaine said, grabbing his uniform and clipboard and went to
get changed.
Within half an hour, Shaine was walking to the place he thinks would
have the lowest health and safety standards - McDonalds. After
forcing them to shut while they implement his recommendations to
make it a safe workplace to reduce their staggering amount of work
injuries and food poisoning cases, he walked to the medi-bay with a
sadistic smile.
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