You rip open the door, step inside, then slam it behind you.

"Well that was a fucking waste of time."

Seven jobs. You checked out seven different jobs today and there was nothing that could help you make a living. Now you only have 60 bits for the rest of the month.

You kick off your shoes, toss your jacket on the couch, then head to the fridge. Pulling out a bottle of ale, you move to the couch and collapse into it. You grab the remote and turn the television on to a random channel. As a stallion on screen confesses eternal love to a mare, you drink deeply and lay down on the couch to stare at the ceiling.

Maybe finding a job in Equestria is going to be harder than you thought. But, things always get better, right? Now isn't the time to get worked up or panic or oh my god I'm going to die in a fucking horse world by starving to death what is my life-

Three gentle knocks on the door grab your attention as the television screen shifts to an intense kissing scene between the two lovers. With a groan, you shut off the television.

Rising back to your feet, you drink from your bottle of booze, then head to the door. Three more gentle knocks.

"I'm fucking coming. Jesus Christ..."

You open the door and look down to your constant harasser.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"O-oh! U-uhm. I have a fetish guess today! A-and I think it's a smart one. R-really."

"Listen, Fluttershy," you say. "Now is not the fucking time. I'm having a really rough turn of things and I really just want to be left alone."

Fluttershy stares up at you, her expression vacant.

"O-oh. W-well if you would rather I come back tomorrow... I could just have two guesses, I suppose," she says.

You raise a hand to object, but it falls to your side.

"No, just. Ugh. Let's hear it," you say, resigning to your fate.

Fluttershy smiles and dances on the tips of her hooves in glee. She clears her throat and tries to compose herself, but her tail is constantly wagging.

"So! Is me coming here every day, and asking you what your fetish is... your fetish? I-I mean. You certainly don't seem to mind that I keep doing it every day."

You stare down at the yellow monstrosity.

"Fluttershy. You come here every day, and I yell at you. I curse at you. I scold you. I bat you with newspapers. I have literally kicked you. In fact, once I think I launched you out of a catapult. You've broken the rules of the universe. You've created multiple parallel timelines that make me unsure of who I even am. I get pissed at you. I tie you up and leave you places. In fact, I think once I left you in a 'public use' restraining device."

"Uhm. Sorry. But, um. You haven't done that yet," she interrupts.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, well we should write that down."

You reach to your kitchen counter and grab a notepad. Fluttershy grabs a notepad from under her wing as you grab a pencil and begin to write down your new idea. Fluttershy continues to search under her wing.

"I think I left my pen at home. Can I barrow yours?" she asks.

"Oh yeah. Sure," you say.

You hand the pencil to her and she scribbles down 'public use' with her mouth. She hands the pencil back to you.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it."

"No problem," you say as you wipe the horse drool off on your jeans.

"So, uhm. What's going on, Anon? What's got you so stressed?" she asks.

"It's nothing, I don't want to talk about it."

You close the door on her and move back to the couch. Lying back down you grab your bottle of beer and take a long drink from it's contents and turn the television back on.

"Job Fair on Thursday at City Hall! Come on down in your best clothing and try your hand at on-site interviews!" the television announces.

"Hrm," you mutter to yourself. "Hell, that might not be a bad idea."