kaleidofish
The distributor made sure everything on the inventory list was checked twice. He knew how anal his boss could be about the outgoing products. Never again would he send out an order without double checking; he had caught hell the last time he had forgotten to do it. This job was all he had left to prove himself to the world. To leave his name in good standing. God knows he needed SOMETHING to give his life some value. He was ashamed a shitty job like this was everything to him. How could everything good in the last few years boil down to absolutely nothing in so little time? He was so lost these days. His hope for the future had run dry, leaving him in a state of perpetual sadness. He needed to find a way out of this madness, and fast.