Richard -- Maid -- Occupation

Richard awoke the next day, eventually having fallen asleep despite his frenzied search for the magical object which had enhanced his life. His head was tired and his mind was confused, but it really didn't change matters. He still had his job and his obligations and no matter how he really felt, he still needed to head on over to the office where he clocked in his hours.

That was when he was struck with a sight of shock, his alarm clock had gone off more than an hour late. Not only was he bestowed with a feeling which was beyond painful right behind his forehead, but he would be **** to run to his job.

The oversleeping man was up in a haste, almost immediately throwing himself out of bed and jumping into his day-clothes, the stunt happening in the same time as it took him to blink. He didn't even eat breakfast, paying it no mind; before he ran out of his front door.

"Where're you going mister?" Came an almost immediate question to Richard once he had managed to get out of his apartment. The voice had come from his right, where his neighbor lived and as he turned his head to face her grinning form, he noted her relaxed demeanor. She was standing in a way that almost indicated that she had been waiting for him.

"Work, I'm late, don't have time to talk!" Richard answered as best he could, trying to hurry at the same time as he tried to show courtesy to his neighbor. All she did in response was smile before she obstructed his path, an action which was followed by another question.

"Really, but you were supposed to work in my apartment today. You don't need to run," the mischievously grinning neighbor attempted to inform, forcing Richard to try and explain away her words.

"No, I work in an office, not in your apartment," Richard quickly stated, before adding, "I don't even know where you got the idea that I was under your employment."

"In an office you say? Where and do you have an access card?" The neighbor asked intensely. Richard attempted to retort, but somehow couldn't find any memory of how to get to the office where he worked and when he checked his pocket he couldn't find his access card either.

"I... Uhh... Well..." A flabbergasted Richard uttered.

"You must have suffered a mighty strange dream. Get your tools and do your job, my apartment needs cleaning," The neighbor said as she headed back inside with a prideful strut. Richard somehow managed to remember something strange, the position of a cleaning cart, with buckets and mops. He found it and pushed it on while felt his brain fill with strange memories of having cleaned a multitude of apartments.