Now, where to begin. I was hired for a company, lets call it Fun Area. I was hired to be a higher level supervisor in this company, but little did I know that this was because I was a token. That's right...I was a token Martian in a Venutian store. I wasn't trained very well to do my job, but that might be because the person who trained me was demoted and left in the store. Things were tolerable (slightly) until the store was raided twice.

Everyone who worked in the store had to leave, except (of course) the one Martian and a person who was never taught much of anything in the company. There was little help from the District Moron, who was more concerned about the toys in Fun Area than the people who sold the toys.

She promised to put a superhero in the store, to protect the sellers of the toys, but soon after, keeping with her Wicked Witch attitude, pulled him under the guise of "no money in the budget." The toy sellers knew the truth - that is, that the District Moron was looking out for her own bonus, and would sacrifice the lives of her toy sellers to keep that bonus. The toy sellers did a little digging, and found that not only did Fun Area make more than $1 billion in profits, but that the executives in Fun Area bought a $9 milllion doohickey for themselves.

To be continued.....