â€œSo where are we headed?â€ Eric asked his cyborg as soon as Kat was out of sight. She did not respond only lead him down a corridor then through what he could guess was the bowls of the ship. The captain really wasnâ€™t happy with him if he were going to clean all of it by himself. When they reached the far end of the ship she stopped and pointed to a large area called waste management.<br/><br/>â€œYou are to report there.â€ She said pointing toward the main door.<br/><br/>Ericâ€™s mouth dropped and he sighed. The captain really wasnâ€™t happy with him, great. Lifting his packet he looked it over and groaned. There it was, right on the first page, working with waste management. It did not say he had to do it by himself, probably because they didnâ€™t want him messing with anything. There were quite a few things he would tweak to make things run better but there were rules and codes and other things they had to abide by or they would get in trouble. As much as a pain it would be not to tinker around with things he was pretty sure he would be able to behave himself, for the most part.<br/><br/>â€œAlright here goes nothing.â€ He said to himself as he walked over and knocked on the door to the waste management office.<br/><br/>A portly man opened it and said, â€œyouâ€™re late.â€ Before grabbing him and pulling him into the small no windowed room.<br/><br/>It was cluttered with papers all over and there were many things that looked like they were moldy and should be thrown out but the man hadnâ€™t gotten around to it. Eric wrinkled his nose at the smell and took a careful seat on one of the chairs when he was offered it. The first order of business was to find out what he was supposed to do. He was not looking forward to it.<br/><br/>Three hours later.<br/><br/>â€œThat was the worst job on the planet.â€ He said to the cyborg as they headed back to the room. His next employer didnâ€™t want him smelling like a sewer apparently so he had to go change and get into fancy clothes for his next job which, as it turned out, was a waiting job. By the end of the day he had smelled like a toilet, and a grease factory. Now he had to go meet with Kat, boy was this going to be interesting.