A New Job

I’m tired... but I’m also a workaholic. For half a century, all I did was work. Hotels and restaurants. Cook, Waiter, Manager, etc. Sure, I made some time to have a family. But I never see them. Hospitality, Food and Beverage, my career, didn’t allow it.

But I’m old now. I’m probably going to continue working till the day I die. It’s somewhat sad to think about. Death.

Modern Medicine has advanced quite a bit. As it is now, my granddaughter will probably live to be around 150.

Not me though. I got about another decade left of just working. Then straight to the crematory...

If there is a god out there...

A devil...

Or even Sentient A.I...

Just know that I did my part and lived my life. When I die, I just want to rest.

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FERO IMPERIUM

PATRIA SANCTI

THE HOLY CAPITAL OF THE FERO IMPERIUM

IMPERIAL ARMY HEADQUARTERS

HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT

AKA. DRAFT OFFICE

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The Empire Has Received Your Request...

DENIED.

Stand by at the nearest Imperial Recruitment Hall an Officer will be there shortly.

Glory To The Motherland.