MiserysHeart

Recently you had started growing tired of working your dead end job at the postal service. You knew it was only a matter of time before you were fired, not that it would bother you all that much. You wanted to something more with your life, or at least make a decent amount of money to support yourself. The only thing that made this job worth its while and probably one of the only reasons you go up in the morning was the boisterous and overly energetic Alfred Jones. You had been watching him from afar ever since he arrived as a mail carrier. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and he seemed happy where he was in life. You admired that about