Arthur fintsky walked into his job 10 minutes early and went to the uniform closet to get changed. he found some white pants and a white shirt that fit him good enough and walked to the front of the store to punch in on the time sheet. there was a crowd gathered around the timeclock waiting for the retarded obsessive compulsive employee for  it to turn to 7 oclock. Stephen, the retard, always talked with excessive loudness so that everyone could here his abrasive voice. "COULDN"T YOU FIND A BAKER'S UNIFORM ARTHUR? THAT"S A BUTCHER"S JACKET. WEREN"T THERE ANY BAKER'S UNIFORMS IN THE BACK? he said laughing in his loud mongol voice. 'no' arthur replied. arthur finsky was new and had his mind on other things as he grabbed his time card, cut in front of the stephen the cretin and clocked in early. another employee yelled "SEE STEPHEN, HE CLOCKS IN WHENEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS, HE DOESN"T CARE... THAT GUYS GOING PLACES." as arthur walked on to the bakery in the back of the store to start his shift passing david, a fellow employee, who arthur would come to know as 'the slicer'. david's face was pig like and his uniform was cleaned meticulously and seemed to never get dirty. he didn't smile or talk much. he stared at arthur in passing as they walked in opposite directions. arthur opened up the deepfryer lid and drowned the first tray of donuts into the bubbling abyss of grease.
julie, the bakers hand, was probably in her sixties. she walked by pissed off about something and scowled at arthur. he smiled back, himself being a young man in his early twenties, thought about what she looked like without her bakers uniform on. then thought about bending her over while she was making cupcakes.
he stopped fantisizing about julie and realized he had burned all of the donuts again.