Job Hunt
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After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. | After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. | ||
| - | A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> '''Help Wanted! In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''' | + | A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''''''' |
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| + | <font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. | ||
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| + | I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?'' | ||
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| + | *[[Go for a drive and think about it]] | ||
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Current revision as of 02:23, 25 April 2014
After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive.
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: 'Help Wanted! In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''
I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and friends perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised.
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". Just how much is a little?
