A Comparision of Social Classes, Rich Boys and Mailmen

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Who: Jeff Angel, Parakarry
What: Jeff goes to drop his mail. Conversation ensues.
Where: Paretta's Parcel Pick-up
When: Nov. 30th
Warnings: None...yet.

With a clunk, a large cardboard box plopped on the wooden floor of the store. Parakarry busily rummaged through its contents as he restocked the shelves. Stationary, pens, and postcards; they brightened the inside of the shop with their festive shades of red, white and green.
Between tending his store and delivering mail, Parakarry spent most of his day working. With the upcoming Christmas season, he was busier than ever. Difficult as it was though, he seemed to relish his job.

With an accomplished smile, he wiped his brow once everything was organized.

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[princeangel.livejournal.com]

Oh right. People usually put effort into work, didn't they? Jeff just couldn't wrap his mind around such a useless ideal. "Because the benefits hardly seem to outweigh the inconvenience. Sure, you need some source of income," there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "but there are plenty of other, less troublesome jobs out there."

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"Where have I heard that one before?" Parakarry chuckled in amusement.

"There probably are but money isn't everything. It's important but not everything. Besides those better paying and 'less troublesome jobs' were never that interesting to me."

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

"So you're telling me that you enjoy doing chores for other people who are too lazy to just deliver it themselves?" Jeff snorted, "Though I guess traveling around and seeing places is somewhat of a perk."

Shaking his head, he replied, "I don't think I'd ever want to be stuck with such a menial task."

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"Menial? Delivering mail can't be any less pointless then sitting in some cubicle, filling out paper work all day," Parakarry said defensively.