Do you already know what would you wanted to be after college? Plans on life? You're occupation you really wanted? Or even the occupation you wanted to pursue after college?
We all grow up. Well, as kids we really dreamed of going to be a cool doctor, nurse, teacher, police, lawyers, etc. The occupation we really idolized, but it's so different now that we grow up.
"Officer Jin!"
"Yes Sir?" sternly stood up and salute to my superior in front of my tiny table with low budget old computer and a senior citizen printer.
"Print those new missing persons fliers please," he demanded.
"Yes sir!" I answered and he left without taking any glance at me. His eyes are still on the paper his holding. That must be the 10th major crime cases he was holding.
I envy those people inside the major crime divisions. They can solve and helped people in need, while I'm here, printing missing persons fliers or missing animals. As far as I remember, I'm printing missing persons report and fliers for almost 4 years. I still clearly remember that I'm so hopeful and very invested on printing papers on my first day. Dreaming and hoping that if I ace on this work they might really like my work and be recognize and promote me.
I never complain, even my noisy keyboard I never complain. Never really bothered to a slow internet connection nor bothered by the noisy munching of Officer Albert's mouth beside me leaning on his chair.
For almost 4 years I've been receiving complaints by people who needed help dealing with their neighbors. Printing no ending papers, fliers, etc. Even though I wanted to be promoted there's no such opportunity for me to get to what I wanted.
Almost all of my batchmates are already promoted. While I'm still stock here at my little office trying not to die with my below minimum wage salary and boredom.
"Ahm! Excuse me?"
A lot of cases had been solved by me already, but as always missing cats and dogs cases.
"Mr. Police Officer?"
I was awakened by someone's screamed that makes me focused and glanced in front. I almost spaced out not noticing someone's calling.
"I was told to deliver this bag here," she stated and placed a pink bag above my table. I nodded and received the bag and asked her a quick question. "Where did you find this?" she frowned.
She clicked her tongue and pointed out my face. "You know, it's such a waste. You're handsome but quite slow, as I was saying, someone said I could leave the bag in here. That's the only thing that man said," she mockingly said.
"Hayst! Where did that man give you the bag?" I ignored her mocking ang asked her again. "At the bus stop. He said someone's bag was laying down on the ground but can't afford to come here. I think he's homeless." I nodded.
The bus station was near the station so, it is likely that people come here to surrender some lost items from the bus stops.
"I'll be keeping it here until someone will claim it." I stated that makes her gone out of the station.
After she left, I scan and search the bag for identification of it's owner. It's a kids bag, pink bag with pink bears pins are dangling on the bag and some glitters indicating a kid is probably the owner of it. I immediately carry it inside the storage area to safe keeping and put it on the lost and found box.
I was about to turn around but I noticed something on the bag. Curiosity get the head of me and slowly gotten close to the box of lost and found items. As I come closer, I could clearly see the thing that intrigues me.
I immediately put on my latex gloves and dump my hand beneath the bag. I felt something wet and sticky and as I pulled out my hand, I saw a slimy red liquid on my hand.
I immediately thought that it could be some liquid science project a kid carelessly hoarding inside it's bag, so I unzip the bag and take a peek inside.
When I adjusted to the darkness inside the bag I almost collapsed and taken a back from what I have seen.
"Motherfucker!" I cursed as I processed the content inside the bag. I run out of the storage room and searched for the other officers that are expert to this unimaginable sight.
The whole station begone to get hysterical upon knowing what's inside the bag I've got.