You walk out of Brenna’s line of sight and then casually duck behind a fence. One of the best things about the daycare is that it has a huge backyard for all of the little brats to play in, which makes it very easy to hide out and avoid work for a long period of time.

“Let’s see them clean up their own shit for once.” You grumble as you keep walking around the backyard, so it will look like you’re working if any of your superiors see you. You’re grateful to have work at all, you guess, most guys your age can’t find jobs in a female dominated society. Well, you correct your thought, most guys your age are little more than fat and waste at this point. Even so, there are days where you’re not too happy with your job, and today is one of those days where you don’t want to change another stinky diaper. You sit down at the base of a tree and pretend to look out at the groups of kids playing; four girls playing jump rope and a game of kickball, boys against girls.

“Life sucks.” You think. It’s a downer, but in your case, undeniably true. You’re stuck working this job mopping up shit all day, nobody has any respect for you, not even the little kids, and almost all of your friends have been devoured years ago at this point. On top of that, most of them got eaten by attractive friends or significant others, while you’re probably going to go out at the hands of one of these toddlers. You hang your head down a little bit while you think about the futility of it all.

Your thoughts are interrupted by…