THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE --O

it
feels like the
dawn of the dead
the bombs going
off in my head

There it was again, that damn ringing in his ear. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but it definitely wasn't something he could just ignore. Reaching up with his right hand, the orange-haired male pinched his ear lobe, fighting the metal taking up more than half the space available. Finishing the customer complaint that he had in his hands, he toyed with the multiple pieces of jewelry in his ear, his sea foam green eyes scanning the sloppy writing in interest. Once he had reached the end of the report, he sighed, tossing the paper successfully onto his desk-- contributing to the mess his workspace was. Staring past the atrocious excuse for a work desk, the man glanced at the clock above the dark oaken door. Fifteen past five? Time was just crawling by today... Last time he had looked, it was nine after. It had been eons longer than six minutes since then-- right?

Jace had done nothing but deal with bitches and dicks left and right today. As soon as he had walked in, around nine in the evening, he could tell that the night wasn't going to be a kind one. He had first been assaulted verbally by an overweight man, forty-five minutes into his shift. The roly-poly had claimed that one of the chargers for his PS3 wasn't working correctly-- or at all, really. Jace calmly explained that they didn't give refunds without the actual product in return, which set the fuse for the customer. He then went on a rant about having to drive all the way back to the mall, and how he had wasted more than enough money on gas. Jace watched, his lips twisted into a scowl as he witnessed this mini-tantrum. Attempting his best to appease the man, the orange-haired employee assured him that in-store credit could be assigned until the product was returned, but there was nothing else they could do.

Apparently that wasn't enough. The man, in a fit of rage, sputtered a weak insult directed toward Jace's alternative appearance, before storming out of the store, rolling passionately through the mall, tossing his arms this way and that. Jace couldn't help but smile as he watched the guy stalk off. Of course, it was difficult to put on a front for customers like that, but it was always hilarious afterward. None of the people realized how ridiculous they look. Working at a place like this definitely gave Jace a new outlook on society, as well as the low guys on the job totem pole-- if that was actually a thing. The night had continued with much of the same, customers bitching, throwing their hands into the air and shaking them for emphasis, and insults left and right. Jace, having been trained for such treatment at times, stared blankly every time, offering potential opportunities when he could. The customers, needless to say, rarely took these offers.

Rolling his tongue against the flat bases of his lip jewelry, Jace stood, pushing his rolling chair back a little harder than he had to. Oh well. He released his ear, now preferring to run a pale hand through his tousled orange hair, shaking his hand from left to right as he walked up to the front of the store. So far, no one had entered for what seemed like an eternity-- it was more like an hour, but who was counting?-- although Jace couldn't really complain. The less customers that ventured through those doors, the less he would get yelled at tonight. The lightly-colored male edged his way to the counter, absently fingering the edge of the tabletop as he looked at the register, his green eyes drifting ever-so-slowly to fall upon the merchandise adorning the walls. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be in his apartment right now, playing a good game. His entire body yearned for it pitifully. He could feel his excitement rise as he realized how close his shift was to over.