Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
I worked for a housekeeping company. 
The owner of which was a stern, strict woman with a thick Russian accent. 
Fortunately, she always liked me. Especially because I was good at my job. 
I got a job one day, in this big fancy loft. 
It was absolutely wrecked, though. Like demolished. 
Apparently there was a really big party. The whole place was covered in bottles, cups, food containers, the works. 
The floor was flooded with spilled alcohol and probably some bodily fluids that I didn't want to look too much into before I grossed myself out and took even longer to start. 
Take note though, of my initial description. 
It was a fancy loft. Fancy as fuck. 
I knew I would make a killing cleaning that place up. 
I went outside for a bit, after arriving and examining the damage. 
I sparked up a blunt, mentally preparing for the work load that I was about to take on. 
Priya's birthday was around the corner too, I had to make money. 
Her birthday is December 9th, mine is September 17th. 
I took a deep inhale, feeling the plant burn and seep through my lungs, putting me at ease. 
Priya didn't necessarily like the fact that I smoked weed, but she knew that it helped with my anxiety. I'm actually surprised we hadn't gotten into a fight because of it, as of yet. 
I mean, it didn't affect my memory or anything. 
It just calmed me down, and soothed my mind. If anything, I was probably a more enjoyable person to be around after smoking. Probably. 
I don't know for sure, I don't really talk to that many people. 
I hadn't even been to a party like the one that was thrown at that loft either. Actually, I haven't been to a party in general. 
I put out the blunt and picked up my phone, choosing to call my girlfriend instead. 
"Hi, Hello." Priya answered after about two or three rings. I could hear the smile on her face, and I automatically had a smile on mine. 
Her voice was so comforting, it helped me stay grounded. 
"Hi my love." I said, "I just wanted to check up on you. I really miss you." 
"I miss you more." I heard the sound of keyboard clicking in the background as she spoke. She was working as a teachers assistant for the time being. 
"Busy today?" I asked.
"Very. I can't wait to see you tonight." 
I felt like a weight was being lifted off of my shoulders. I was getting to see my girlfriend! 
"I can't wait to see you, too." I replied, and I meant it. 
I went back into the loft when the call ended after a few more minutes of meaningless conversation. It was just comforting to hear her voice, you know? 
I covered my shoes in plastic and I put gloves on my hands. I was wearing the assigned uniform. 
Usually my style was relatively androgynous, leaning more towards the masculine side. 
However, the uniform consisted of a dress. Not the cute kind either. 
I didn't complain though, it barely mattered. 
The company had a name to upkeep and I was getting paid. I could put up with wearing a dress for a few hours. 
I put headphones on and got to work, the music blasting as my mind drifted from topic to topic while I cleaned. 
It didn't even feel like I was doing work. Just cleaning up a space, making it all new and fresh again. 
Clean, clean, clean. 
Clean, clean, clean. 
My brain become hyper focused on the word 'clean', repeating it in a rhythm and on a loop to the point where the music sort of faded into the background as I continued doing my job. 
I moved fast and efficiently, focused on the task at hand while my brain sang that little song to me.