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Getting a job
Nov. 14th, 2014 01:20 pmThe city was still mostly empty, but it was probably just a glitch in the sim. Some poor tech group was being informed that they were all going to be cancelled one by one if the glitch continued much longer.
That wasn't what she was thinking about today though. She needed a job. Her sleazy landlord had stopped suggesting alternative ways to pay her rent fairly quickly, but that meant she needed to find another way to do that. The problem was that she didn't really have a resume or any skills that were worth putting on a job application. Not if she didn't want to work for one of the criminal organizations in town, anyway, and she didn't. Let Madeline see that she truly didn't ever want to be in Section or do Section's work, no matter how well Madeline thought she'd begun to "fit" within it.
She went to the library, which had always been a welcome source of warmth for her, and found a book on making resumes. Then she carefully used one of the computers to create one, listing a few odd jobs she'd had in the months and years before her arrest and transfer to Section. She'd have to hope that someone would take a chance on her, although she didn't really believe they would.
She dressed as nicely as she could from the thrift stores and started walking, hoping to pass out resumes at anywhere that said they were hiring. The first five said they weren't anymore now that the population was smaller, so she went on to the sixth. It was a little restaurant on the same street as her building and she pushed the door to the converted gas station open with her best friendly smile on her face.
That wasn't what she was thinking about today though. She needed a job. Her sleazy landlord had stopped suggesting alternative ways to pay her rent fairly quickly, but that meant she needed to find another way to do that. The problem was that she didn't really have a resume or any skills that were worth putting on a job application. Not if she didn't want to work for one of the criminal organizations in town, anyway, and she didn't. Let Madeline see that she truly didn't ever want to be in Section or do Section's work, no matter how well Madeline thought she'd begun to "fit" within it.
She went to the library, which had always been a welcome source of warmth for her, and found a book on making resumes. Then she carefully used one of the computers to create one, listing a few odd jobs she'd had in the months and years before her arrest and transfer to Section. She'd have to hope that someone would take a chance on her, although she didn't really believe they would.
She dressed as nicely as she could from the thrift stores and started walking, hoping to pass out resumes at anywhere that said they were hiring. The first five said they weren't anymore now that the population was smaller, so she went on to the sixth. It was a little restaurant on the same street as her building and she pushed the door to the converted gas station open with her best friendly smile on her face.
