As I sat there wondering if I would ever get a job, a man walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to work for him. It was very weird and I told him to fuck off. He left and I walked towards the employment agency. Shane was there again, but then again he seems to always be there.
"How are you doing today Shane?" I ask sarcastically.
"Fine, and yourself?" he asks as he stands up.
Shane is always here at the agency, at least for as long as I have been coming here. I lost my job about 6 months ago. Shane, as far as I have heard, has been coming here for like years.
"How is it that you are always here when I show up?" I ask as I take his seat.
"No reason just lost another job." He says casually.
"Really Shane, another one, if I was this agency, I would hate you." I say.
"Yeah, well you don't have the connections that I have here." He said as a woman came out and called Shane's name.
"There is my connection. Eve, how are you doing?" he asked the woman, who was Goth. Like way Goth, she had sharp black hair and a black corset with red accents. Under her black pattern skirt were tights that had skulls on them, and it was all finished up with heavy black doc martin boots.
"Well, good luck." I say and pick up a magazine.
"More like golden luck with extra gold and luck." Eve said. I laughed with her. "Hey, I'm Eve, how are you?" she asked.
"Good, just waiting." I say.
"For what?" she asks.
"I'm here to get a job." I say and look down to the magazine in my hands.
"Oh. Well, just wait here, I will be done with this … thing soon enough. Then I can help you." She says as she starts walking towards the back.
"Okay."
When she comes out next, Shane has a stack of papers.
"That well?" I asked.
"Ahh." I say.
"Umm, Claire, you can come on back." Eve said and waved me to the back.
"See you later Shane." I say as I walk back with Eve.
"Yeah." He walked out the front.
"So, when did you lose your job?" Eve asked as we walked back to her office.
"About 6 months ago." I say.
"What did you do?" she asked as she pointed to a seat.
"I was a script writer for the local station." I say.
"Okay, and why were you fired? Do you know?" she asks as she writes things down.
"Yeah, the boss … hitmeandblameditallonme." I say very quickly.
"Excuse me?" she asks.
"The boss hit me and blamed it all on me." I say more slowly.
"Oh. What is your boss' name?" she asked, pen poised.
"Ian."
"Oh. That guy, no one like him anyway." She says as she types something on her computer.
"You know him?" I ask.
"Yeah, everyone knows everyone here." She says.
"Oh. Well I have been coming her for a while and I still don't have a job." I say.
"Just let me pull up your resume, and we will figure something out. How old are you?" she types something up on her computer.
"I am 17 years old." I say and wait for her reaction.
"17, really, you're not lying?" she says and looks into my eyes.
"Not lying. I skipped a whole bunch of grades and am already done with college; I have degrees in science, writing, business, and math. I was kind of smart as a kid. My parents let me move here when I wanted to go to college." I say.
"Wow. Genius. So why is it so hard for you to find a job?" she asks.
"Yeah, I am not very sociable. I am only 17 years old. It was a miracle I found the first job." I say and tap my fingers together nervously.
"Well, I will see what I can do, and you just sit tight. Where are you staying?" she asks looking at her screen.
"Umm, nowhere. I just got evicted." I say and look at her.
"Well, let me make a call, give me a minute." She says and leaves the room.
I wait semi-patiently for her to return, and I notice a picture on her desk. It is a picture of her and two guys, one with curly blonde hair, and one with shaggy brown hair. Both of them were tall and young. They all seemed really young, like the picture was taken years ago. Cool. She came back in and had a huge smile on her face.
"I have solved your housing problems. How would you like to stay in a huge house with a hot guy and an idiot, that you already know?" Eve asks enthusiastically.
"Umm, sure. When can I move in?" I ask as I stand up.
"As soon as possible, we need- I need another woman there to keep the boys in line." She says as she writes down an address. She gives it to me and tells me to stop by anytime, just so I can get a feel for it. I tell her that I will stop by in the next couple of days with all of my meager possessions.
When I do go over to the house, I am shocked. The house itself is huge, no doubt about that, but it has its own character. I walk up to the door and right when I am about to knock on the door it opens, and Shane is standing there, shirtless. Needless to say I drooled a little bit.
"What are you doing here? How did you get my address? Are you stalking me, seriously, because that would be flattering?" he asks as I stand there and wait for him to finish.
"I am moving in. I didn't know you lived here." I say as he lets me in.