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"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The alarm clock rang shrilly in the early morning air.  An unruly groan left the mouth of the occupant of the room who tried to cover his head and bury deeper into his blankets. But as the beeping continued, the young man sat up  in his bed.
"Shit!" he cursed. "I can't be late on my first day!"  Bart scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over his blanket that had fallen to the floor in his sleep.  He stumbled into the bathroom as he shed his night cloths off, jumping quickly into the shower stall.

After a quick breakfast, Bart grabbed his jacket, slipped into his shoes and left the apartment, triple checking that his door was locked.  He walked the distance to the location of his job, and using the key his manager had given him opened up the back door of the small bakery.  
When he had gone in for his interview, he had met the manager, the two bakers, and the cashier who he was to replace.  The manager had stated he also had a Supervisor that would be there for  most of his working shift, but he had been out sick when the interview had need done.  
The job seemed simple enough. Make sure the store was stocked with plenty of fresh goodies and bread, ring in the customers and assist the bakers if needed. Bart grabbed his apron off the rack; he knew it was his. He didn't recall anyone else name at the bakery to be Bart. The bakers were already there. Only the supervisors apron was left, and his name showed to be 'Robert'.  
Bart went out to the front counter where he saw a small note addressed to him from the supervisor. It was a small list of things to do for the morning before he turned the open sign.  Put fresh product out, (which was a given of course), sweep,  clean the displays,  and go go over the inventory.  It didn't take him long to sweep up the floor and clean out the displays, making them blind you with sunlight it looked at it in a particular way. Then he started to fill the displays with the beautiful pastries and cakes the cooks had made, then filled the shelves behind him with fresh breads of all sorts.
/So far so good/ Bart thought as he  flipped the open sign and took a seat on the stool behind the counter.  At around 9:30 am, his first customer came in, the bell atop the door chiming as it was opened.  
"Hi!" Bart chippered out, in a somewhat cute voice. "How can I help you today Sir?" He asked as he slipped off the stool to stand  at the counter.  The older man smiled at him and picked out a few pastries filled with jelly and covered in whip creme and caramel.  Bart got out a pastry box and carefully  packed the pastries into it, careful not to squish any of them.  He rung in the purchase and took the money from the customer for the order. "Enjoy!" Bart chipped out again as the man left.  The man turned to him with a large grin.
"Oh, I will,"  He replied before leaving, the bell jingling as the door closed.  Bart hoped business would speed up the later on the day, but it didn't really matter to him as he'd get paid regardless, but it might have helped make the day pass faster.

Before Bart knew it, it was noon, and he then realized his lunch was sitting on the kitchen table at home.  He rummaged though his pockets and managed to find a few dollars, so he bought himself a creme puff, paid for it and printed out a receipt to show he had paid for it.   He shoved the rescept in the pocket of his black dress pants he had bought just for work and picked out a puff form the display.  He had never actually tasted any of the sweets from the shop, but he assumed they were good.   And after the first bite, he knew they were better then anything else he had ever tried. Hell, even Homer might go off donuts after having one of these.   He finished off his creme puff and wiped the creme off the corner of his mouth as he heard the back door shut. / Must be the  Supervisor finally showing./ He though as he quickly began wiping the counter off with a cloth to have it nice and shiny, to show he had actually been working.  He only had one thing left on the list from this morning to do, which was inventory, but he thought it may be better to do that after close to make it so he had the correct numbers in case the bakers went and got stock out if they ran out of something.
It was about an hour and a half later, and a dozen or more customers served before he heard footsteps coming towards the store front.  He turned to look at the doorway, but it was John, one of the bakers bringing out some fresh rolls for him to stock a shelve with. He Smiled at the middle aged man as he took the tray of rolls form him and set it on the counter as he began to put them on the shelf.  After he was done he brought the tray back to John in the back room and filed a form out for another order for the display to be stocked again since they were starting to get low on a number of  sweets.  He went by the apron rack and noticed the Supervisors apron was gone.  When he turned towards to the back room, he didn't notice anyone extra, so he went over to Wesley, the pastry baker, and asked.
"The supervisor? oh, you mean Robert. He's probably doing up the books from yesterday before  the midday rush comes by," He told Bart as he opened up an oven. He'll be out later for closing," Bart nodded and went back out to the shop.

The clocks ticking was going to slowly drive him insane. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.  It had been a slow day compared to normal, according to John anyways.  As Five O'clock came closer, time seemed to just freeze. Not that he was in any rush to go home; but still the fact remained.  He slipped off the stool and grabbed the broom from the closet, and began to sweep.  Bart paused in the middle of the shop, pausing, as he let out a huge yawn.
"Still tired, even after going to bed so early?" Bart jumped at the sudden voice in his ear. He turned around.
"Bob!" He gasped, startled, backing up into the counter.  "...What do you want?!" Bart  growled out,  after a moment of silence.
"Inventory sheets," Bob replied, nonchalantly. Bart looked at him, a look of confusion on his face. "Inventory sheets. So I can finish my order for more supplies,"
"And why would you need that infor-" Bart paused, looking at the name tag on Bob's outfit. He had failed to notice the apron that was tied snugly around Bob's waist and neck.  "Shit," He cursed under his breath. "I was just going to do that,"
"It takes about two hour to do. So  I do hope you like staying late and not getting paid for it," Bob sneered at him.  "This is why I put it first on the list. Now close up and get at it,"
Bart was quick to close up the shop and scrambled to get the inventory lists and get into the back room.  He had barely started when he heard John and Wesley leaving for the day. /Great. Now I'm stuck with a killer for a supervisor. I wonder who long this job is going to last for me now. I wish I had known this before I had taken the job./ Worry set into  Bart's mind.  It had taken  him weeks to find a job. And he defiantly couldn't afford to live here without one.   /Perhaps,/ Bart thought. /if I act nicer, things will go better,/ not that he wanted to let his guard down. He had did that with Walt and we all knew how that had turned out.  Bart sighed as he  got the step ladder from behind the door and climbed up to the higher shelves, counting flour.  After he was done, he sat on the step of the small ladder and let out  a sigh.  He was almost done, all he had to do now was to take go into the walk in refrigerator and take down the stock in there.  Bart pushed himself up from the stool and walked out of the storage room and headed left, to the huge fridge that stored the fresh ingredients.  He gave a small shiver as his laid his hand on he cold metal handle of the door and pulled it open.   It was about the size of a small shed and had many shelves lined with fresh produce, milk, and other assorted baking ingredients that needed to be kept cold. Bart decided to start at the back and work his way to the front, so he shut the door to keep the heat out.
Five minutes had hardly passed and Bart sound himself shivering. "Damn," He cursed out loud to himself, as he set down his clipboard on one of the shelves. "Oh.."  He blew hot air onto his hands as he went over to the door.  He rubbed his palms against his thighs and then grasped the door handle in his hand, turned and pulled on it. However the door didn't budge.  "Huh?"  He frown, then tried to push the door open. Nothing. "What the..." Bart knew he had pulled the door open on the other side, not pushed, so he  Gripped the handle tight in his hand, twisted it and shoved against it with his shoulder, but the door failed to budge.  "Shit," Bart cursed, slamming his shoulder against the door again.  "Ouch..." He wined as he stood back, rubbing his shoulder.  He thought he had checked the lock before he entered. Bart slammed his fist against the door a few times, hoping that  Bob hadn't locked him in to slowly freeze to death and would unlock the door, and get him out of here.  Bart turned and sat against the door,  letting out an aggravated sigh as he clapped his hands together, then blew a hot breath again them, trying to warm them up.  "I hope that ass hole comes looking for the inventory sheets soon.."
LOL More nonsense that has decided to come out of my head when I'm supposed to be working. It was alot easier then expected though. I may continue this with another chapter. But I'm unsure as of yet.



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Biggest-Bob-Fan-Ever's avatar
Just found this fanfic, I quite like it :)! When are you going to make part 3??? I can't wait to read what happens next!