[ WP ] There is a drug for everything , and I mean EVERYTHING .

I hate waking up. Have to take my drones before work so I do n't violate company customer service policies. The bottle says Walltol in blue script but is otherwise blank, it's fairly large but can fit in your hand and it only holds seven pills, looks like my last one. They're huge fucking pills, even bigger than some of those Thanksgiving feast supplements. They taste like rust and cheap whiskey, well down it goes. The programmed announcement plays in my head: 
 
 `` Good morning Wallton employee! Make sure you take your hygiene shot and get to work on time! We are proud to have you in our Wallton family!'' 
 
 That always takes some getting used to - somebody else's voice in your head. The pill is kicking in, and I catch myself thinking that I'm proud of being in the Wallton family, and I know it's not the first time I've had that thought. Guess I've developed a tolerance, and that means I'll be out of a job soon. 
 
 Time to get ready I guess. I've got to get to work on time! It's going to be a wonderful day! I hate feeling that upbeat. I pull out my dappering kit, I have to admit I like this part, and stick myself with twenty milligrams of cleaning fluid. My pores contract and dilate rapidly releasing purfumed antibacterials. Hair follicles follow suit and squeeze out any facial hair this particular shot removes. Now it's the mouth, salivary glands start spraying minty enzymes that clean my teeth. 
 
 Two minutes to get to work, I'm early today! Since I've been working here over a year I get a room under the store. So it's just a short walk upstairs and my wonderful and productive day begins! It's really just a three by five foot room with a medicine cabinet and a door. I guess that's all anybody really needs these days anyway. 
 
 My job here is simple, I give the customers a Wallton Good Shopper Enhancer so they can easily find what they're looking for. It has some ads but supposedly it does n't make people buy anything. It's probably true, I have a feeling everyone just likes Bugbill's Sleep-Inducing Anchovies. Hey I've been meaning to buy some of those myself. 
 
 `` James Trig to Mr. Spendler's office, James Trig to Mr. Spendler's office.'' The loudspeaker announces and I've got to go see the boss. I walk into his office and he hands me a pink pill, and I take it without hesitation. 
 
 `` Well it seems the effects of Walltol are not completely lost on you yet. Nevertheless please clean up your belongings and leave this facility immediately.'' 
 
 I know I lost my job, but I feel really at peace with it as I clean up my room. I can fit everything I own in my hands, remarkable! I leave the store, and while I know I'm going to miss it, the future is looking bright.
