Get a job.

After getting home, I decide I should actually spend the time to look for a job. I'd been ****, mainly because I wanted a short vacation, and had some hope that the Gacha Gun would somehow provide me with income. Maybe it will someday, I can never know, but for now, it's not doing much.

Despite everything, there are still quite a few job openings around, albeit many aren't that desirable. Living in a college town does have its benefits, there are generally more jobs available than there are people willing to do them. After a few phone calls, I've got an interview lined up for tomorrow morning at the school's bookstore.

I want to check the Gacha Gun again to see if I've gotten points, but I worry that if I do, I'll be tempted to spend them on the regular pulls. No, I'll wait until tomorrow morning to even check it.

The next morning I have 14 points. Honestly, not bad. However, it's not enough to do a High Odds Pull, so I put it out of my mind. I've got an interview to go to after all.

I get ready and go to the bookstore twenty minutes early. Ultimately, I end up waiting for thirty five minutes before getting called in to the office.

"Hello Mr. David. I'm Ms. Smythe. I'll be frank with you. I hoped that the other interviewee would show up, but they didn't, so the job is basically yours. However, I have my reservations about hiring a dropout from this college to work at the bookstore. Since you're the only person applying though, and we really need the help, we'll hire you. You'll need to learn the ropes from Melanie starting tomorrow. If you aren't willing to accept those terms, you can leave." Ms. Smythe says.

Ultimately, I'm not really in a position to argue, but I do ask, "The pay is what is advertised still, correct?"

"Yes. Pay will be normal. Unless you have any other questions, I'll show you your uniform, and you can leave." Ms. Smythe says.

With no further questions, I pick up my uniform, and leave.

When I get home, I decide it's probably a good idea to do laundry today. I normally would do it in a few days, but considering I have no clue what my work schedule will look like, getting it done now seems like a better idea.

When I get to the building laundry room, another woman is in there as well.

I don't talk to her, but she's definitely not hard on the eyes, although she does have a bit of fat on her.

Not long after my laundry gets started, she fills her hamper and leaves.

When I've finished all my laundry for the day, I go back to my room and hit the hay early. I want to wake up early, and hopefully I'll have enough points for the High Odds Gacha.

When I wake up in the early morning, I'm sitting on 29 points.

I try the High Odds Gacha, and watch all the stars slowly leave, and leave me with 1-star again.

Damnit.

Inside my head, I hear Irona say, "Despite everything, you still seem to be living up to being unlucky. I can promise your luck is normal, you're still just being unlucky. My powers don't let me change your luck, but I promise it'll pay off eventually. It's all free to you anyway."

Well, she is right. It's not like I'm paying money for this.

The 1-star card reads, "Bubble Butt"

Well, okay I guess.

I head off to work to meet whoever Melanie is, and learn the ropes at the bookstore.

"Hi! I'm Melanie! I guess I'll be in charge of you for a bit, although I'm still learning myself!" Melanie says in a cute tone.

"Thanks, looking forward to working with you." I say.

I go about learning where each section of the library is, and how to handle ISBN numbers and purchases. After a while, we have a short break.

Melanie asks, "So, what classes are you taking?"

"Oh, I'm not taking classes anymore. I dropped out. Gotta make ends meet." I say.

Instantly, Melanie's attitude changes, and her sing-song voice goes away.

"Oh. Then you better not fuck up. It's not worth me wasting all this effort on teaching you." She says.

What the hell? She's looking at me with contempt now, and walks away.

For the rest of the day, she doesn't talk to me, and I'm stuck attempting to learn everything I need to do on my own, which leads to multiple mistakes throughout the afternoon.

By the end of the day, I'm already fed up with this. I decide that if I'm gonna be working with Melanie, I may as well have something to look at, considering she isn't talking to me anymore.

I load in bubble butt, and shoot her with it.

There. At least there is a nice view now at work.