“In here?” I shuffled tentatively into the drab little office, my eyes squinting slightly under the harsh strip light. All of 17-years-old, slightly nervous, gangly, with a spotty complexion, I had no clue where I was heading in life and even less of an idea about how to get there. I had, however, recently discovered girls, beer and a reckless ability to chase both at the same time, and quickly came to realise that I would need money to fund it all; a necessity that had landed me in this grey, nondescript corner of a local supermarket.
“Right, I’ll be back in a minute,” the Assistant Manager muttered, patting himself down in search of a pen. “Just talk amongst yourselves.” Ourselves? It was only when I turned around that I noticed another boy in the corner of the room.
“Alright?”
