The first day did not go well, definitely not swell, and certainly, by all ways and means, nowhere near perfect.
Even since before I arrived I felt like a total wreck, with beads of sweat dripping swiftly down my clammy, pre-soaked neck;
But suddenly I heard a bell and fell, dropping all of my change down to the lot—like Hecht, left to hideously confect.
“How ironic!”  I thought, that as I came to work only to sell, as I fell, I lost the object I was so ardently vying to protect
And earnestly collect, owing to my fearful tendency to deliberately neglect those who I had just said to: “Farewell,
So long, Too-da-loo.” As I bent down, pungent sulfur was the smell— as if entering hell, I found myself the newest liege subject.