I hated traveling. Now, it wasn't so bad my flight in. I got through customs in California, but the flight from California to Louisiana, now that was annoying. There were crying babies and a fashion-ista with all metal jewelry in front of me going through security. When I finally got on the plane, I decided to just sleep, like I said, I hate travelling. As soon as the plane landed, I checked into the nearest hotel, I honestly didn't want to drive at night after being on a plane for over 24 hours. Note to self, never ever try to go from Seoul, South Korea to Monroe, Louisiana in 48 hours. It's impossible.

When I woke up the next morning, I called the real-estate agent to meet up at my new house. It wasn't anything big, but it was ten times larger than my last apartment. When we met up, and he gave me the keys, I asked if there were any job openings that he knew of, he knew of one, at Duck Commander. Apparently, it was a big thing in West Monroe, they were rich rednecks with a TV show, at least, that's what I got out of it. He said that they were looking for someone to help make the Duck Calls, but the only people applying were weird, stalker-ish fans. He said since I didn't really know who they were I had a good chance.

Growing up I always loved making Duck Calls, going fishing, and going gator hunting. The job absolutely fit my, erm, redneck personality. So, the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the Duck Commander warehouse filling out an application.

"Hey, are you Elizabeth?" I heard a person asking my name. I looked up and saw a man with a little, well, quite a bit of meat on his bones, brown hair, and a pretty long brown beard.

"Yeah," I replied, "You must be Willie."

"Yup, it's nice to meet you, follow me," he said, walking further back into the warehouse.

'Here goes nothin' I thought, following him into what I guess was his office.