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Posted Fri Nov 13, 2015 | 393 Words | Tagged story hypnosis grease monkey workie

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He was ecstatic when he had gotten the placement for the trucking company. The nerd loved computing algorithms and loved modes of transport. Granted trains were his favourite, he had a strange love for logistics. He turned up for his first day in a full suit ready to impress them.

They had got him sat in front of a machine set up for him and talked him through his “assignment” which was to work on fixing some of the strange bugs they had in their management software. It wasn’t the most interesting thing he realised, but still he got to read and play with the things he could only dream of.

By the end of the week, when he was in the full swing of things and thick in concentration over trying to fix some long standing issue the management decided to kick their plan into gear. What the nerd didn’t ask for was to set up his own machine, and that would be his biggest mistake.

The manager came in to have a look what he was up to, pulling him out of concentration but his eyes were still dazed from staring and trying to think through the problem for a few hours. When he said the magic words, “grease monkey” his eyes fell shut and his body fell limp.

The manager talked through his promotion, how he always wanted this promotion and how he loved working with trucks. All of that useless nerdy knowledge was going away and the only thing left would be how to fix the trucks. He would also love wearing only his boiler suit as often as he could.

Once the boy was awake again, they showed him his new promotion and his boiler suit. They said the last thing would be a haircuit and it would be company policy. Shaving away the long hair to put it into a more appropriate one for the garage, the grease monkey was set to work with the rest of them.

The university was fairly surprised when he dropped out the week afterwards, he was to be a mechanic and he loved working on the trucks. By then he’d already gotten his suit full of oil and his body was starting to improve from the manual labour. Some of the nerd remained, but locked away inside of the grease monkey.