Local amusement park

Rachels new job was at the local amusement park. Though amusing was the last word Rachel would use to describe her current predicament. It was a classic situation of reading a job posting which seemed too good to be true, and turned out to be just that…

“New position open for extroverted child-caring individual, weekend work only, 6 hour shifts. Acting skills preferred, pre-university students encouraged to apply”.

She wished she had the listing in her hands, just so that she could rip it apart. The whole bloody thing. Acting skills, extroverted, child-caring individuals does not… mean… wearing a fucking bunny suit!

Rachel sighed as she resigned to her fate in the dressing room. Looking woefully at her “uniform”. It was a large burbly pink fluffy-bunny costume. There was absolutely no upside to the thing, other than making her unrecognizable, fortunately she hadn’t informed any of her friends of her predicament, she shuddered at the idea of word going around.

Already on her second shift she realised that wearing tight-fitting clothes underneath the costume was more a hassle than a benefit. It took about 30 minutes before all of her clothes were seeping dripping wet with sweat. As a result, she developed the habit of stripping off her clothes entirely before jumping in her fluffy ball of fire uniform.

With another sigh she exited the dressing room and started walking to park entrance.