Finding The Five || FNAF Movie

2 || A Second Opinion

(Unedited, 3994 words)
(A/N: Reposted on April 15 with some minor changes to detail— nothing huge)

It's been two days since my call with Michael Schmidt and I'm starting to get nervous. Not because I lied about being a medium, or even because I think I won't be able to communicate with the spirits at the pizzeria. I have no doubt in my abilities because I am reminded of them every day when I pass the old cemetery on my way to work and am bombarded with hundreds of conversations I don't want to and didn't need to be a part of.

I'm nervous because I don't know if I'll be able to afford a jacket in time.

I work two jobs: one as a puppy daycare receptionist and pet groomer at a local pet store (weekdays excluding Monday), and another as a barista at a small coffee shop located on a college campus not too far away (every weekend and some Mondays).

Both jobs pay minimum wage, $5.15 an hour. I work from twelve to seven at the pet store four days a week, which earns me $144.20 per week. I work six hours at the coffee shop two days a week, which earns me $61.80 per week. When I work on Mondays, I work from twelve thirty to three thirty and am paid as if it were overtime, which means I'm paid less. I get $3 per hour worked overtime, which is $9 that I can only get about once a month because everyone tries to work on Mondays (in other words, it's not worth including it). I usually just work Mondays when I can because the coffee shop is heated and my house currently isn't (that's something that should be fixed by the new year).

So I make $206 a week, $824 a month, $9,888 a year. But I haven't been working these jobs for a full year-- hints as to why I didn't have a place to stay a month ago--, so I don't focus on how much I'm going to make in a year. In addition to that, I'm going to ignore the fact that my rent is going to go up by nearly one hundred dollars in a few months.

As of today (Tuesday, December 5, 2000), I've been working for a month. I began both jobs the first week of November. So for the sake of this explanation, I will assume I've probably made the entire amount I should make in one month.

Now, I make $824 a month but monthly taxes cut that down to $724. Not bad, right? Until I factor in the $600 I pay for rent. We're down to $124 of spending money a month. Now, I don't have to pay for car insurance because I don't own a car, and I don't have to make payments for a phone because I don't have a phone. But, I have a bus pass that costs $30 a month, that way I can make it to work and back every day. It's more cost-effective to pay for a bus pass as opposed to paying every time I board the bus since it's my only way around.

So I'm down to $94. This includes the money I have to spend on food and water, toiletries, and other personal hygiene items. This also includes the money I don't have enough of to spend on buying myself a damn pair of socks or batteries for a broken wall clock.

So yeah, I'm nervous about getting this jacket. I don't know if I can. There's a retail store in the same strip mall the pet store is in and yet I can't bring myself to go look at it because I'm scared to look at the price tag.

In the hidden pocket of my backpack that is currently inside employee locker number 908, which located on the left wall of the store's employee lounge, is $6. I get my weekly paycheck Friday, and I'll get another from the coffee shop on Sunday.

Until then, I'm living off $6, four slices of bread (including the end slices), two eggs, half a box of pancake mix, three plastic water bottles, one bottle of orange Fanta I took home from an employee event we had at the coffee shop on Sunday, the new two-in-one shampoo and conditioner I bought yesterday, and the soap and toothpaste I already owned. Plus a toothbrush and a blanket, the latter of which would probably be better to warm a slice of Swiss cheese even though I'm forever thankful for it.