May 17th 2016
Today is a great day. I found my old diary when moving all of my stuff into the Civil Workers Union living quarters. The pages were ruined unfortunately and nothing was really readable except for a few words. I was saddened by this as I wanted to look back on my days as a casual, everyday citizen. Those days are behind me now but the future looks good for me. I missed my diary. I remember the day I lost it.
We had just arrived at the city. I was so freightened from whatever happened before that I had some water from the trainstation. I had already unpacked everything in my room but was too shaken by the whole thing to even think. I don't even remember what it was that happened but it really bothered me. When I got back to my room, I couldn't remember where I put my diary. I starter to tear the place apart, looking for the darn thing when a Civil Protection unit walked in. He didn't like me making a mess and made me clean it up. I apologized and reorganized everything for him. I don't want to bother those guys (and girls). They have a hard enough job dealing with those annoying anti-citizens who always seem to be causing trouble. They are the union and I respect them with all my heart.
When I was bringing my stuff over, I found my diary. It was sitting under my dresser. I don't know how it got there or why I pit it there but I was filled with joy when I saw the broken green spine. It had been chewed by rodents of some sort and almost half the pages were ruined. All of my older pages were ruined completely which I am not amused by. I wish I could look back on the days from the old cities. Old friends. But whatever. Things happen and you have to just go with the flow.
So it was my second day working for the Civil Workers Union. It wasn't too busy of a day. I notoced a mop and bucket in the corner of the room amd decoded to give the CCH a good cleaning. When I got there, there was nobody on the first floor. I cleaned that in about ten minutes. I got to the second floor where there were a couple citizens standing around. I began my cleaning and overheard a verbal fight going on. Some sensitive language was being thrown around. I had enough and called it in on my request device. Two units showed up immediately and prosecuted the people. Serves them right for loosing their emotions over something probably useless.
I finished cleaning the CCH and moved to the nexus main enterance. I washed every stair and the sidewalk in front. It was strange. A man walked up to my bucket and stared at it. I watched in horror, waiting for him to kick it over like a prick. He just kept staring at the bucket. Was he retarded or something? Did he expect the water tk magically dissappear? Whatever he was looking at it for, the Civil Protection didn't like it. They moved him away. At least my bucket was safe.
I finished off the steps and returned to the headquarters. That's when I moved all my stuff and found my diary. I am glad to have found it and cannot wait to add more days to it. I sit in my bed, right now, thinking about what life was like before. This bed is so mich softer. More comfortable. It doesn't smell like sweaty socks. The civil protection team doesn't treat me like dirt anymore. I wish they never did in the first place but it's all sacrificial for the union. They're doing what is best for the city and it's populace. I also thought about the food. A single ration was all we got. A can of food and two cans of water. Some tokens were in there too. Now, we get daily meals with whatever we need for water. The benefits are good. However I could care less about those benefits. The real treat for me is knowing that no longer is my life being wasted doing nothing. I now serve the union and it's benefactors. I am proud to be part of the union and proud to serve the city.