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-Rose-
Since I’m going to be starting a new life in Chicago, I have to first find a job. For the past week, I had newspapers spread across the living room floor looking for… well… anything at the moment. Ideally, I would like another journalist job, but I have to have something else to fall back on if things don’t work out. Petey says that I don’t have to worry about that right now.
“You don’t have to find something right away,” he said. “Money’s not an issue.” Yet, I can’t really see myself sitting around our apartment doing nothing day after day. I don’t think the baby wants me to do that either. I thought about a gym membership, but I really need a job first.
Today, I began my search again. Most people look for jobs on the internet, but I think I’ll get better results through the papers. Plus, I believe in person-to-person contact when it comes to seeking employment. I bit down on the pen cap. Let’s see… waitress, tutor, cleaning lady… Most of these jobs are paying minimum wage. It would a downgrade for me in a way. I mean, Beach Radio Magazine paid decently, but still. I’m starting from scratch here.
I wrote down all of the numbers of the ads I circled. Today looked a little bit better than yesterday. I have seven possibilities. I looked over each one. They aren’t really what I want, but anything will do for the time being. I picked up my cell phone and began dialing.
“Hello, my name is Rose James,” I began with each introduction. “Are you still hiring?” Today, four said yes and three told me that jobs were filled.
“May I come by and pick up a job application?” I asked. They all said go online and apply. I frowned at their answers. Not exactly how I wanted to do this, but I could print them out and bring them in.
“How long are you guys open today?” I asked. Two said nine and one say ten o’clock.
“Okay, thank you,” I said before hanging up. They aren’t much, but at least I have start, right? I looked over at the kitchen. I really would like some ginger cookies right now. I frowned, shaking my head.I can’t focus on that right now. I have to get on applying for work. Food can wait. They looked so good on the counter in there. Drool escaped from my lips.
Stop! I have to do this first! But those cookies… They are so cute and so tasty. The company might have put crack in them; they are so addictive. But I have to apply for a job… Those cookies… Job, cookies, job, cookies, job, cookies… job… cookies… job…
I lowered my shoulders, defeated. Fine, maybe a handful won’t hurt. I got up and walked into the kitchen.
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“Hey Rosie,” I heard Petey say as he stuck his head in the doorway. “How’s the job search coming?” I looked up from typing on the computer.
“Okay,” I said. “I think I might have something.” He leaned against the doorframe, smiling.
“You don’t have to do this,” Petey pointed out.
“I don’t want to sit around the apartment all day,” I said. I paused when I heard him chuckle. I looked up to see him smirking at me.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I think I can help you,” he said.
“How?”
“I already got that settled for you. Just put in your resume.”
I gave him a strange look as I tried to open my mouth, but Pete held up his hand to stop me. Somehow, I am uneasy about this. However, I want to trust him. I turned back to my computer and filled out the application.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I replied.
“Very good,” Petey said. I tried to think positive about the deal presented before me, but I’m still unsure.
-Rose-
Since I’m going to be starting a new life in Chicago, I have to first find a job. For the past week, I had newspapers spread across the living room floor looking for… well… anything at the moment. Ideally, I would like another journalist job, but I have to have something else to fall back on if things don’t work out. Petey says that I don’t have to worry about that right now.
“You don’t have to find something right away,” he said. “Money’s not an issue.” Yet, I can’t really see myself sitting around our apartment doing nothing day after day. I don’t think the baby wants me to do that either. I thought about a gym membership, but I really need a job first.
Today, I began my search again. Most people look for jobs on the internet, but I think I’ll get better results through the papers. Plus, I believe in person-to-person contact when it comes to seeking employment. I bit down on the pen cap. Let’s see… waitress, tutor, cleaning lady… Most of these jobs are paying minimum wage. It would a downgrade for me in a way. I mean, Beach Radio Magazine paid decently, but still. I’m starting from scratch here.
I wrote down all of the numbers of the ads I circled. Today looked a little bit better than yesterday. I have seven possibilities. I looked over each one. They aren’t really what I want, but anything will do for the time being. I picked up my cell phone and began dialing.
“Hello, my name is Rose James,” I began with each introduction. “Are you still hiring?” Today, four said yes and three told me that jobs were filled.
“May I come by and pick up a job application?” I asked. They all said go online and apply. I frowned at their answers. Not exactly how I wanted to do this, but I could print them out and bring them in.
“How long are you guys open today?” I asked. Two said nine and one say ten o’clock.
“Okay, thank you,” I said before hanging up. They aren’t much, but at least I have start, right? I looked over at the kitchen. I really would like some ginger cookies right now. I frowned, shaking my head.I can’t focus on that right now. I have to get on applying for work. Food can wait. They looked so good on the counter in there. Drool escaped from my lips.
Stop! I have to do this first! But those cookies… They are so cute and so tasty. The company might have put crack in them; they are so addictive. But I have to apply for a job… Those cookies… Job, cookies, job, cookies, job, cookies… job… cookies… job…
I lowered my shoulders, defeated. Fine, maybe a handful won’t hurt. I got up and walked into the kitchen.
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“Hey Rosie,” I heard Petey say as he stuck his head in the doorway. “How’s the job search coming?” I looked up from typing on the computer.
“Okay,” I said. “I think I might have something.” He leaned against the doorframe, smiling.
“You don’t have to do this,” Petey pointed out.
“I don’t want to sit around the apartment all day,” I said. I paused when I heard him chuckle. I looked up to see him smirking at me.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I think I can help you,” he said.
“How?”
“I already got that settled for you. Just put in your resume.”
I gave him a strange look as I tried to open my mouth, but Pete held up his hand to stop me. Somehow, I am uneasy about this. However, I want to trust him. I turned back to my computer and filled out the application.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I replied.
“Very good,” Petey said. I tried to think positive about the deal presented before me, but I’m still unsure.
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