Rocket to the Moon
Chapter 4
CV Tips
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=Did you get it?=
Arnold continued trying fonts in the document he was editing. Then he made a pause to click the blue rectangle that was blinking in the corner of his laptop's screen.
=Almost= he wrote and sent.
=Remember, put in only there the most important stuff. There will be time in the interview to tell more=
"Uh huh…"
=And don't go using 8 size font to fit more words, bro.=
=I am not= he typed and sent
=Also remember using PDF, no docx=
"I know…" he mumbled. After thinking it for some seconds he decided to cut off another paragraph. It wasn't that important.
=I think is done= he typed then. "My CV in just one page=
He leaned back in the chair and exhaled.
= I like it. It looks… modern =
=Lemme see=
"Just a sec" he wrote back, then saved the text and then proceeded to send it through Facebook messenger.
=What do u think?"
Arnold supposed that on the other end Gerald was taking a critic look to the document. Gerald had some experience recruiting people in his work, sellers mainly, and he offered his help to take a look to his resume.
=It looks good, Arnold=
=Really?= Arnold smiled satisfied
=Yep=
=I realize you didn't write the time you spent in Bankruptcies=
=I'm gonna say it only if necessary=
=Alright = then he went on as an interviewer
=The cause of your demission. You need to have an answer ready=
=I needed a time out to refocus=
=Why you went to Legal Bureau?=
=To keep me occupied=
=What decision did you take? I mean, after your time refocusing?=
Arnold smiled.
=Whatever they need to hear=
=That's ma man=
Arnold smile grew wider.
There was a pause, where Arnold wanted to ask Gerald about his loved ones, but before typing another message arrived.
=So you're decided to give it another chance to corporative?=
=Yes, I am.= He wrote with conviction and sent it.
=It really was what I most enjoyed. To tell the truth=
=Right.=
=Have you renounced to=
=I submitted my resignation last Friday=
=charity and... voluntary work and all that shit?=
Arnold read Gerald's real meaning and bit his lip. After thinking for a whole minute he wrote back.
=Let's say I'll leave it aside=
=For a while= he went on
=Or rather, I do not plan to focus on that for now=
=Not my main interest, I mean=
=I know well enough myself to know that I=
=Am never going to forget about it,=
=It's just that I want to feel good again. To be productive=
=Then I'll see=
=Right=
=I know man=
=And you don't have to get all serious on me. I love you man, I am your homie=
=You know that=
Arnold breathed deeply again.
=I know=
There was a pause on Gerald side, Arnold took his time to see the document again and print a couple of copies. He knew he should change some skills and experience in regard of the kind of company or the job post he were applying for. He felt excited and didn't know why. Maybe because he knew a change was a recommence; a fresh start; and being deep down the optimistic he still was he knew it was an opportunity; almost like a new life.
=You're ready for the big party, man?=
Arnold clicked the blinking cursor again.
=Yep=
=What are you wearing for the Occasion?=
=A black suit=
=A tuxedo, right?=
Arnold rolled his eyes
=Yes, a tuxedo. All black. Black tuxedo with a black satin stripe running down the side of the trousers, black tie and black formal shoes.=
=White shirt?=
=Of course it's a white shirt. Brand new =
Arnold grinned
=I learned from the best=
Arnold remembered Gerald wedding then; he almost lost his cool; which made him remember Phoebe. He was about to ask for her again when another message popped up on the screen.
=That's right!=
Gerald made a pause
=What is your girl wearing, BTW?=
"Mmmm" Arnold closed his eyes to think
=A blue dress…=
=Blue is Phoebe's favorite color=
Gerald revealed. Arnold frowned with curiosity... or confusion
=Sky blue? Navy blue? … =
=Royal blue, I think= he wrote
=Phoebe's? … =
=Her favorite's shade I mean?=
=She loves ALL kind of blue, man=
=Right= Arnold frowned again. What the hell they were talking about girls favorite colors, he wondered.
=Is she there now?= Gerald asked again
=No. She's out. She and Brenda went shopping; shoes I think=
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"What do you think of these?" Brenda extended her foot to the front, showing Claire a pink shoe.
"I think they don't go with your green dress, Brenda." She bent down to fix the strip of her own shoe "What do you think?" she stood and walked up to the mirror.
"I think they are perfect" Brenda stated with her powerful voice "A lot better than the nude colored you chose before"
"You think so?"
"Of course I do. You're gonna totally rock with those and your blue dress. You're gonna dazzle that little shrimp that's your boyfriend."
"Don't call him like that" Claire smiled seeing her image in the mirror. She really liked the shoes. She had never had silver shoes. She always thought they were for sophisticated, successful woman and she never felt like that. But this pair was beautiful; the strips shone and it was breathtaking. She knew she looked wonderful, so she decided to buy them no matter what.
"I think Arnold is going to be jealous"
"Arnold is not jealous"
"If he's not yet he's going to be jealous then," Brenda said again as she tried a new pair; purple.
Claire shook her head. As least she didn't ask for the silver ones she chose. Claire sat down and looked at his beautiful shoes one more time before taking them off.
"He's not that kind of guy, Brenda, you know him"
"Well," Brenda puffed as she straightened to walk with the new pair. "You're really pretty," she stated. Claire frowned, turning to see her "What if you meet someone else in the Ball?"
"I don't think…"
"Someone that spots you in the crowd and decides he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, huh?"
"Brenda, I think you're getting carried away with all this stuff." Claire puffed "We're going there only to find a sponsor…"
"But what if ?" Brenda insisted.
"I don't know. I find highly improbably…"
"No. Nothing is highly improbably."
"Brenda… this is not a Disney movie,"
"I know." Brenda sat down again and took off the purple shoes.
"I think you should go for nude… white…?" Claire changed the subject and bit her lip "… maybe red?"
"Red?" Brenda turned to see her.
"Why not? Red is a bold color."
"Red…" Brenda stood and walked to the displays again. Claire followed her without forgetting to take the silver shoes with her.
"So…" Brenda started again as she looked over the variety of shoes on display. "I was asking what about if you find a new guy, huh? I mean, would you leave Arnold if you find another man?"
"I am not looking for another man"
"But what if?"
"Brenda!" Claire exhaled, "I don't think I'd pay attention to another man while I am with Arnold"
"While?" she took a red shoe and looked at her but Claire shook her head. It wasn't the formal kind they were looking for. "What does that mean?" Brenda went on "I mean, do you mean Arnold is not the one? Or you're just waiting for him to ask the question?"
"No!" she replied immediately.
"No?" Brenda turned to see her with a smirk in her face.
"No." she repeated, but now with calm "What I meant was … that I don't want to force Arnold to take a decision. I'm still not sure. I love Arnold and he's a great guy…"
"… but?" Brenda had stopped looking the displays and was now concentrated on her.
"There's no but!"
"There's not but?" Brenda teased her "Then what did you mean?"
"I don't know, Brenda, is that okay?" she said, getting exasperated.
"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch" the blonde girl grinned openly "I get you." she turned again
"Maybe we should look in another place" Claire said. She was getting tired of Brenda obsessive questioning about hypothetical situations. She walked to the cashier to make her purchase. On the counter she found a stripped coral dyed pair and she showed them to her friend who fell in love immediately. Claire smiled. The look in Brenda's eyes was priceless.
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=I'm telling you, man!=
Gerald continued trying to show his point. As if he needed convincement
=It's a blessing. You should be happy she has a friend who goes to do shopping with her=
=Tell me about it=
Arnold smirked. Even when he didn't find too unbearable to go shopping with Claire it was nice she had someone else to do the job.
=Does Phoebe have a shopping friend?= he asked now. He knew Gerald was watching a basketball game on the TV. That meant he was home alone?
=Of course she has. And do you know who is it, don't you?
It wasn't hard for Arnold to guess. Their daughter of course.
=Minerva=
=Yep. Minerva.=
=Isn't her too young?=
=She's old enough, Arnold. You don't know her. She's a Johansson to the bone. She's can be really calm and quiet, and Phoebe can manage to go shopping with her the whole afternoon without problem=
=Good to know. Where are they, BTW?=
=Guess…=
=Shopping?=
=Yes. Shopping. Impoverishing her father. Yay!=
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"I think they are lovely" the mother of the six month old baby retreated to see the little pink shoe in the foot of her baby. "Yes, lovely" she asked the helper for the left shoe as she happily thought that with this pair and the other, the blue one, she'd cover the needs for the upcoming months. Minerva might need some sandals for the approaching summer too, but then she decided to wait since she was growing up too fast and left most of her clothes almost new. She could wait to next month before deciding.
"Here you are, ma'am" the seller said, offering the couple.
Phoebe took the shoe and put it on her baby foot with difficulty. Her baby girl was very active. To get her calmly seated was almost an impossible task. She tossed and turned and once done she started to stir to the top of her capabilities.
"Minerva, come on!" Phoebe admonished her softly but firmly at the time. She put the shoe in and called the girl to admire her brand new beautiful shoes. "Look. What do you think? They are pretty, huh?"
Phoebe raised her sight to look at her. The girl was turning around and Phoebe expected her to look at her feet, but right then she couldn't help but let out a deep grunt at the discovery of what kept her daughter so busy with the rack that was besides the line of seats. Then, her daughter extended to her a number that thankfully wasn't her size. A strikingly shocking golden and purple pair of what could be appropriately called 'fuck me pumps'.
"Fuck!"
It was all the petite half Japanese, half Norwegian, half Irish, half American young mother could say. What would her best friend say when she knew her daughter's tastes took after Timberly's. Fuck!
= I tell you man, ma girl is not trouble, she's just like her dad =
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I don't own Hey Arnold!
I don't own any other of the TM mentioned here.
Thanks for reading and double thanks to my reviewers: AmorFatiAhMi, Nep2uune and Nopejope. I also want to thank you to those who mark this story as follow/ favorite.
I don't know you but these Dog Days are getting on me and on most of the people I know. It had been really hard to put this –well, not this but next - chapter together-. Hope next chapter will be here really soon. This chapter –five- will be longer and the rest of the OC will be finally introduced in there. Then the action starts.
Hope to see keep you all as readers. Have a nice week.
August 17, 2014.