Zak had better things to do than work. In fact, in his mind, everything was a better thing to do than work. He hated his job, but he needed the money. He’d been going a lot slower than he was supposed to but he didn’t care as long as he had his tunes. It was a simple tape recorder and head phones that were pretty out dated but he didn’t have the money to replace them and they had never malfunctioned before. Bugs were pretty common around the forest, and Zak hated bugs. Sometimes when they bothered him he tried to squirt them with his red spray paint can. It was actually kind of fun, but not as fun as the party he wanted to go to. Too bad he was stuck at work for another few hours, unless someone came to relieve him early. It didn’t happen too often, but he always expected it would. When someone finally did approach behind him, he was ready to go. Without facing them, he said. “You’re taking over my shift, right?”