Escahpe

Tonight... or shall I say, last night... was my first night staring work at Arkham. The day started off so well...

I had just gotten an email from one of my professors that contained my grade for a test we had just taken. I made a full 100!! Go me!

!!!Warning!!! This is the best news I've had all night!!!!

So, I get to work, where I am kindly initiated by Dr. Leland and a couple of other orderlies. They gave me a basic rundown of my duties, which are, well, pretty basic. I'll clean the aslyum, do some paperwork, run errands, and feed the inmates. Simple enough, right?

Apparently, not. You see, the orderly in charge of training me was leaving early that night so she could meet with some friends. Of course, she told Dr. Leland that a friend of hers had just had a car wreck, but whatever. So, she's giving me the cliffnotes to my duties. Something that just SHOULD NOT be done when working at ARKHAM!!

Thinking I had gotten it all figured out, she leaves. Just, poof, gone. And I'm told to go feed some of the inmates. Well, one particular name on the list of inmates stands out to me... Killer Croc. My first night in, and I have to feed one of the most dangerous criminals this place houses. But, a job's a job. I suck it up and make my rounds.

So, finally, I get to Croc's cage, where he convinces me--don't LOOK at me like that--to stick his plate (thus, my arm) through the bars so that I can hand his food to him--raw, whole chickens. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the bars I'm leaning on disappear--when I calm down a little later, I realize that he had ripped them off--and he pulls me down into his disgusting swimming water.

I come up, spluttering, to find a whole asylum's worth of guards running off after Croc. Meanwhile, Dr. Leland approaches me and chews me out for no less than two hours.

(I got an extra hour added on to my chewing out when it became painfully clear that Croc had escaped.)

So, I try to explain to Leland that my trainer hadn't explained the proper way to feed the inmates. This, she says, is no excuse. She says that it should have been common sense NOT to stick my arm out where Croc could reach it.

The rest of the night, I got glares from every asylum worker I passed, and laughes from all the inmates I passed.

Tonight sucked hard. Not only was my first day terrible, now I'm going to feel guilty everytime something horrible Killer Croc does comes up in the news. *sigh* I'm hitting the cookie dough and going to bed.

What Could I Have Been Thinking?

Okay, so, let's get some intro stuff out of the way first. I am female, with short auburn hair and brown eyes. I'm not comfortable using my real name here, so just call me by my username... which is BeautifulB. I think, for now, that's all you need to know about me personally.

So, we all know the economy is bad, right? Well, I'm new to Gotham. Well, 3 months new. I'm taking just one or two night classes, slowling inching my way towards a med degree of some type. I'm torn between nursing, dermatology, plastic surgery... well, several, really. But I've been in this burg for a while with no job. Folks, funds were getting low. And I mean, low. I'm talking rolling pennies for a dollar meal at McDonalds, low. But, I heard from a friend of a friend that there was one place in Gotham that had a rather "revolving door" when it came to hiring workers. Arkham Asylum.

I know what you all are thinking. "You applied to ARKHAM?! Home to every bat-shit crazy villain that Batman" no pun intended "has ever put away? Including, but not limited to the Joker, Poison Ivy, Two-Face, and more?"

Well, yes, I did. I was running out of pennies.

As luck might have it, I got the call tonight--after having already done the interviewing process--that I have the job and can start tomorrow. Was this possibly the biggest mistake of my life? Well, blogees, we'll see. As for me, it's late and I've got work AND class tomorrow. Talk later!