"Bruno Childs?" The security woman asked me, craning her neck painfully. I was used to it. Being seven foot five has that effect on people. "My, you're a tall one," she said, her eyes wide with wonder.
"I get that a lot," I said, grinning. She reached up to hand me my badge. 'Bruno Childs' was on the front. Today was my first day at work at Appalachian Internet Development Systems, where I would be a level 1 data entry clerk. Boo ya. I was just 18, so this was a pretty awesome job to get with no experience. I was living on my own, working 40 hours a week and going to school full time.
"Well, you're all set Bruno! Have a great first day!"
"Thank you," I said, and used my badge to walk through the gate and into the huge facility. This place really was big; it was five stories and had a cafe, several elevators, the works. There were so many people here it felt like an airport, with varying classes of people as well, some rich with fancy clothing and some clearly wearing the nicest clothing they could afford. One thing I also noticed was that there were mostly women here. It had to be close to 90 percent. Some honeys too. I got a lot of stares from them too, which I was somewhat used to. It's like they had never seen a seven and a half foot dude before. Not to mention, I was truly massive. I weighed around 420 pounds, most of it muscle. I worked out relentlessly to keep my body looking good at this size. Two girls walked by me and clearly looked me up and down and giggled to each other. They were each about the size of my leg.
There was a sign on the wall that said 'First Day Class' and had an arrow on it. I could follow that. I walked into the room, having to lower my head so my head didn't crash into the door frame. Everyone turned to look at me, but nobody said anything. Again, almost everyone in here was a chick. This orientation would be fun. I took a seat in the back. I learned a long time ago I could easily block peoples' view if I sat in the front or middle, so I was always sitting in the back when I could.
A small girl was sitting next to me watching me squeeze myself into my chair. "Hi, my name is Cynthia," she said.
I managed to sit down. "Bruno," I replied. She offered her hand, and I shook it with mine. The difference between the size of our hands was startling. Mine was at least three times the size of hers. She was tiny, maybe 90 pounds, and around five feet tall.
"I've got the first day jitters," she said, clearly trying to make small talk. I could see her eyes constantly sizing me up; I was wearing a polo shirt, extra large, that looked like it was too small on me. My biceps exploded out of it, and my chest looked like a huge barrel trying to escape my upper rib cage.
"Yeah, me too," I said. "I hope this is easy."
"Well feel free to use me," she said. "for support," she hastily added, her face now a violent shade of red.
