It had been two weeks since Winston first signed on to be a Ghostbuster. Two weeks of encountering all manner of spooks and specters that he hadn’t even considered to be anything other than fictional until a few months back when the Ghostbusters started tearing up the five boroughs, and even after that, he still needed some convincing up until one night Uncle Eugene called him up about a demon floating three feet off the ground and trying to attack him. Winston, still half-asleep and not willing to deal with this at three in the morning, told him to call the Ghostbusters and hung up. A few hours later, when Winston was making breakfast for himself, his uncle called again and started chatting up a storm, describing in intricate detail how the Ghostbusters burst into the apartment and snagged that spirit only a half an hour after he called them. Winston was hardly able to get a word in though all the praise.

That phone call had been part of the reason why Winston responded to the HELP WANTED ad in the first place--he was curious to see how everything worked, and, hell, if they were making as big of a paycheck as they were, they clearly knew what they were doing, right? He had also reasoned that if he wanted out later, Ghostbusting would look pretty damn good on a resume.

But so far, Winston had to admit the job seemed pretty good. Flexible hours, big payout on the few clients they had--even if he didn’t understand all the science behind catching ghosts, it was easy to pick up. Snag the ghosts with the proton streams, box them in the trap, then shove them in the containment grid so they won’t bother anyone else. If Winston hadn’t believed in ghosts before, he sure did after nearly having his face swiped off by a particularly nasty dead pilgrim.

His coworkers were interesting, if not even more interesting than the ghosts themselves. Dr. Egon Spengler was...odd--stoic and a little too willing to injure himself for the sake of furthering science, but Winston could see that he was a certified genius. When he wasn’t tending to his fungus farm or working with the other Ghostbusters on their tech, he could often be found buried in yet another thousand-page tome describing the effect of lichen on atmospheric pressure or theories on how psychokinetic energy interacts with the brains of primates or so on and so forth. Dr. Ray Stantz was enthusiastic and always willing to share what progress he’d made on his parapsychology research, even spending the time to put a few things in layman’s terms so that Winston would be able to understand and learn. He was a handyman, and always seemed to be able to spot the problem in any broken equipment or whenever the Ecto-1 needed a tune-up. It was difficult not to like him--the man had a lot of heart, and his warmth spread to the people around him. Dr. Stantz frequently collaborated with Dr. Spengler on a variety of technology, pouring themselves into their work and exchanging technobabble that nobody except themselves could decipher. And Janine--Winston was sure that without her, the Ghostbusters would have probably accidentally blown up the firehouse while performing yet another ill-formed “experiment”. She was quick-witted and snappy with her conversations, and the two enjoyed discussing and recommending whatever books they had been reading that week.

As for Dr. Peter Venkman, well....