The Problem

"Wow."

It wasn't a good wow. I stood there for a moment looking around. There was literally nothing inside my new place. Not even trash. I started to walk around, to both get my bearings and also to calm my disbelief. Where was I gonna sleep? When I had called to rent a space, they had said they were furnished. But this was definitely not furnished.

I entered the "bedroom". Might as well just call it a room, because there was no bed. My window was pretty large, however. Through the grime I could just make out the street below. "This will be a good place to watch pepole come in and out of this place." I thought. Turning around, I entered the bathroom. At least, at least there was a toilet and shower. I was expecting a few dripping, broken pipes knowing the rest of this place.

Now I was confronted with a dilemma. It's not like I had any money; I had spent it all on the down payment and rent. So the only logical conclusion I could come to was to get a job. Now, I hate working. Jobs and I just don't go together. Due to...something or other, something has always happened so that I've never held a job longer than 6 months. Which is bad. I know it's bad, and I'll never get anywhere in life, but I can't help it. Besides, it's not like I'm actually going anywhere anyways.
Soon bored with my thoughts, I decided to leave my depressing excuse for a home in search of a job. As I walked down to the lobby, I saw an odd woman playing a large instrument. "What the hell?" I thought. This place was just getting weirder.
A half hour or so later found me standing in front of a laundromat. "This looks like a good pace to ask," I thought. As I walked in a bell tinkled, and I was confronted with the sound of washing machines and dryers. One of them was making a loud clunking noise, and shaking a lot.
"Welcome! If you'd like to wash some clothes, please approach the front desk and we can set you up with the things you need," said a smiling woman behind the counter at the far end of the place. As I approached, her smile grew wider and wider. "Hello sir! Would you like to--"
"I need a job," I said abruptly.Oops, I cut her off. I was never one for talking, so I'm afraid my social skills aren't too savvy.
"Ookay...well, I suppose you can try out today behind the desk with me, and we'll see about the future. No need to fill out any forms, mister...what's your name?"
"Klum. Kalvin Klum." A hint of a smile played its way across her features as she heard my name before she quickly hid it by turning her head to look at a door to the back.
"The manager isn't here today, so that's why we can be informal. That's his office back there." She tilted her head back to indicate the door behind her. "Now let's get started..."
A few hours later passed with the girl, who turned out to be named Cindy. After a few tries on her part to start conversations, and me failing, she soon turned to a magazine she had been reading before I came in. I sat and stared for awhile.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to head out for a bit. A girl's gotta eat, ya know? I'll be back in a little over an hour. You'll be okay, right?" I indicated my assent at this and soon I was the only one in the place except for a short man putting his clothes in the drier. I sat there, more bored than ever, inevitably staring at the man. As if he could feel my stare, he quickly glanced around.
"Are you gonna be here for a while?" he suddenly asked.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," I replied. Not like I had anywhere to go to.
"Okay, well, I'm gonna leave my clothes here and come back in a little bit when they're dry. You think you can watch them?"
"Yeah sure." The man soon left, and I was alone with the machines. My thoughts soon turned to my room. "What am I gonna do about tonight? It's not like I'm gonna make enough money to buy a mattress anytime soon." I started to worry. "What about food? I mean, I'm a big man, so I supppose I can survive a day without anything. But it'll still suck." My eyes wandered around the room. a long time passed, and I still hadn't thought of a solution to my problems yet, either. No one had come in lately either, which meant no money for me.
BZZZ!!! The dryer was done. As I heard it, a thought struck me. No, not a thought, but an urge. And it was a bad urge, too. So bad that it had been steadily ruining my life for years. "No!" I thought. "This is supposed to be a fresh start for me." But the more I denied it, the stronger it came. Before long, I found myself standing in front of the full dryer. I could almost feel the warm clothes. Smell the dryer sheets. But I couldn't do it. Shouldn't do it. What if Cindy-or worse- the man walked in? But it was too much. Feeling sick, yet satisfied at the same time, I quickly opened the dryer and grabbed an armful of towels, shirts, you name it. And I got the hell out of there.
Well, so much for a new life. At least I'll have something to sleep on tonight.