Having had a great shift at Pale Horse last time he had come by, Bjorn decided that it was a good idea to stop by again and see if there were any openings. Unfortunately, at the time the positions had been filled, but they did have something close enough--fork lift driving. And apparently it didn't matter that he had little experience with something like that, as it was "as easy as skinning a human's cat" as the assistant had put it, with the sort of tone that suggested they had done so on at least one occasion. Nonetheless, Bjorn asked for at least a remedial course on the controls, and with that he was off.

It had been going well enough when his attention lapsed and he slammed into a pile of empty boxes. Screeching to a halt, the guardian cursed and hopped out of the vehicle to pick up the mess. Luckily it didn't seem anyone was perturbed by his mess at the time, and he was able to sweep it under the proverbial rug before lunch.

The rest of the afternoon went much more smoothly, thankfully. At one point Bjorn was able to sneak away to catch a water break, which several co-workers seemed to share the idea of. He made small talk with them and was confused when someone seemed to know who he was.

"The foal who was here before, she mentioned you were a fan of that human show My Little Pony," one said with a snicker. "Which one is your favorite? The bright pink one?"

All Bjorn did was sigh. "America."