A/N: Oh, that was sad ( Well, this chapter might be sad, lol I'm writing
this note before I'm writing the chapter, so I have no clue! I got some
good reviews, though, so I'm gonna keep it up. Okay, I know, I had some
typos! I'm sorry, I try, but this is my first ever fan fic!!! ON TO THE
STORY!
Chapter 3: The Jobs
I had finished filling out the forms. I gently shook Molly awake, then Josh. Molly got right up, but Josh shook his head and stretched his arms and legs. Then, he stood up and all three of us walked over to the desk.
Sure of myself and with a big smile, I handed the forms to the lady behind the desk. Still having an expressionless face, she took the forms from my hand, in a rather cold manner. Why was she so bitter?
After reviewing them, most likely to make sure they were filled out correctly, she calmly said, "Please take these down this hall," she motioned towards one hall, "and into the eighth room on the left."
I took the forms from her, in as sweet of a way as possible. Someone once told me that you should "kill 'em with kindness" when they act snobbish or rude to you. Apparently it worked, because she had an extremely hilarious look of bafflement on her face. It was really hard not to laugh.
Molly was once again squeezing my hand very hard. I gave my hand a little shake to tell her to loosen a little, because I felt my hand starting to get numb.
We walked to the hallway. The walls were powdered blue, and the carpet maroon. My shoes sunk deep in the fluffy carpet. I ran my hand against the wall as we walked. It was extremely smooth. The hallway made me feel small, though, because of my sinking shoes and the fact that it had a high roof, higher than the room we were previously in.
I counted the doors…. One, two, three…. I must have been counting out loud, because Molly then said, "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! See, Maive, I still remember what you taught me!"
"Very good," I laughed. "That's very good. I'm proud of you!" She had the biggest smile on her face. I was proud of her.
"Well, I can count higher!" Josh bragged.
"So! Joshy, your older!" Molly squealed.
"Come on you too, I'm very proud of you both. Let's just get to the eighth room. I lost my count now, so we got to go back. Why don't you both count?" I suggested.
They both agreed, and we walked back to the start of the hall.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," they said in unison.
"Okay, here we are! Act good. This is where we get our jobs," I told them.
We all walked through the door at once. Molly squeezed ever tighter then before. I gently nudged her. In the room there were two lamps that lit the room. The sun shone in, too. This was good, because I never liked being in dim rooms. I don't really know why, though. It sometimes made me feel lightheaded.
On the left side on the room, there were filing cabinets. On the right, there was a tall plant, which I knew Molly would love, because she really liked plants, and a wastebasket with rolled up papers around it, probably from people shooting and missing.
In the back of the room there was a desk with a man behind it, and chairs in front of it. He had a stack of carbon copies of the same type of forms I held in my hand. I realized that soon ours would be among them.
"Oh, don't mind this stack. I hadn't got to filing them yet," he said cheerfully with a smile, completely opposite of the lady at the front desk. This was where the real lifesaving must take place. "But, please, do take a seat."
We all three walked over to the chairs and sat down. Luckily they weren't too comfortable, because I didn't want Molly or Josh to fall asleep, or me, for that matter. It wouldn't look good for us, people who were looking for work.
"Welcome to the job agency. I am Bob Fredrick," he held up his business card, then handed it to Josh, because he was closest to him. Josh pretended to be extremely interested because I told then to look interested, which I thanked him for later.
"Hello Mr. Fredrick," I said, smiling myself. "I'm Maive, and this is Josh, this Molly," I pointed at them as I said their names. "We live in the shelter right down the street."
"Why hello Maive, Josh, Molly… we are extremely glad to have you here at our agency. I presume you are looking for a job?"
"Yes, we are."
"Well, you've certainly come to the right place! Do you have anything in mind?"
"Actually, no. I guess just something little kids could do. Whatever of those you got that makes the most would be great!"
"Okay," he laughed. "I'll see what I can do."
He got up and walked over to the filing cabinet labeled "Children". He opened the drawer that was labeled "Preteen" first. He pulled out a small stack, then closed the drawer and opened one labeled "5-10". He pulled out two small stacks from there and brought all three of the stacks over to his desk and sat down. He put on a pair of reading glasses.
"Let me see…." He started to mumble a little to himself as he looked through the files. It took a good amount of time, and I saw Molly was growing restless. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she sat back up straight and still. I looked over at Josh, was studying the design in the ceiling. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he quickly looked down, blushed a little, and I gave him one of those "your so funny" smiles.
Just then Mr. Fredrick was finished looking through the files. He had one even smaller stack.
"I have pulled out five or so job opportunities for each of you. First, let's look at Molly's," he said businesslike, but kindly nonetheless.
I went forward in my seat, so I was at its edge. He read a little about the first job.
"At the corner market, an apple seller." He moved on to the second. "At the town vineyard, a grape picker." Then the third. "At the pet shop, a dog occupier." He continued with the rest. "At the garden shop, a plant water-er. And finally, at the cathedral, a floor scrubber."
"Oh I know what I want! I really want to be a plant water-er! I really, really love plants!" Molly exclaimed.
"Okay," Mr. Fredrick laughed, "is that okay with you, Maive?"
"Sure, she always has had an interest in plants," I laughed, too.
"Yay!" Molly squealed with delight, jumping out of her chair. She remembered then that she was supposed to act calm and nice, so she sat down and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Fredrick sir. I'm very happy to water plants!" She had that big smile of hers across her face. Josh was laughing, too.
"Okay, now lets go to Josh. We'll talk more about Molly's job, such as the pay, later," he explained. "At the pet shop, an animal entertainer. At the garden shop, a flower arranger." Josh wrinkled his face. He was into being a tough boy. "At the cathedral, a floor scrubber." He paused to clear his throat, then continued, "At the farms, a cow milk-er, and also at the farms, an egg collect-er and a strawberry picker. Well, what'll it be?"
Josh thought for a moment. "Hmm…. I think I'll go with the animal entertainer. It sounds pretty cool."
"Yeah, that's fine with me," I said.
"Okay, so dog entertainer it is. Let's move on to Maive now," Mr. Fredrick said. "At the pet shop, an animal carer. At the farms, a horse groom-er. At the cathedral, a window-washer. And at the vineyard, a grape sorter. So, what'll it be?"
I really wasn't sure what I wanted. I had always had a liking for animals, though. So, I said, "I guess I'll have animal carer."
Mr. Fredrick had pulled the three papers with our job selections. He then took our forms that we filled out in the front room and ripped off the carbon copies and placed them in the stack that lay on his desk.
"Now I will go into detail with each of your jobs," he explained. "Shall we go in the same order?" I nodded. "Okay, Molly has chosen the job of plant water-er. This job is at the garden shop, right down this street. From your shelter, you would walk towards this building, but keep going, three buildings down on this same side. For this job, you water all of the plants and keep watch of them. She will have work three days a week: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The working hours are nine AM to three PM each of the days. You make three pounds an hour, including your lunch hour that is from twelve to one, which is 54 pounds a week. Any other questions?"
"No, sir," I said.
"Now, for Josh's job…. Animal entertainer. This is at the pet shop. It is located two buildings down from the garden shop, but on the opposite side. The animal entertainer plays with the animals and helps get them exercise. You will work five days a week: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Everyday besides Saturday, you work from nine until four. On Saturday you work from eight until noon. You have a noon lunch break on the weekdays, too.
"Josh, you make three and a half pounds an hour, which is 112 pounds a week. That is a lot! But, it is also a lot of work. I know you can handle it, though.
"And as for you, Maive, the animal carer… you work at the same place. You feed and care for the animals. You will work five days a week, too, the same days and hours as Josh. But, you will make four pound an hour, which brings it to 128 pounds a week. Any questions about anything?"
"No, Mr. Fredrick, but thank you a lot! I can't wait to get started, and I bet Josh and Molly can't either," I said.
"Okay, well you start this coming Monday. Make sure you're all there on time! Here are the descriptions," he said as he ripped the top copy off of each of them and handed them to me. "I'll turn these in to the shops today. It was nice talking to you! Good luck with your jobs." He smiled, and I smiled back. With Molly and Josh, I walked out of the room and down the squishy, tall hall.
A/N: Yeah, another one… lol okay I didn't check for any typos, because I'm too anxious to post it! lol and well it was kinda boring, though… sorry the good stuff is coming… lol
Chapter 3: The Jobs
I had finished filling out the forms. I gently shook Molly awake, then Josh. Molly got right up, but Josh shook his head and stretched his arms and legs. Then, he stood up and all three of us walked over to the desk.
Sure of myself and with a big smile, I handed the forms to the lady behind the desk. Still having an expressionless face, she took the forms from my hand, in a rather cold manner. Why was she so bitter?
After reviewing them, most likely to make sure they were filled out correctly, she calmly said, "Please take these down this hall," she motioned towards one hall, "and into the eighth room on the left."
I took the forms from her, in as sweet of a way as possible. Someone once told me that you should "kill 'em with kindness" when they act snobbish or rude to you. Apparently it worked, because she had an extremely hilarious look of bafflement on her face. It was really hard not to laugh.
Molly was once again squeezing my hand very hard. I gave my hand a little shake to tell her to loosen a little, because I felt my hand starting to get numb.
We walked to the hallway. The walls were powdered blue, and the carpet maroon. My shoes sunk deep in the fluffy carpet. I ran my hand against the wall as we walked. It was extremely smooth. The hallway made me feel small, though, because of my sinking shoes and the fact that it had a high roof, higher than the room we were previously in.
I counted the doors…. One, two, three…. I must have been counting out loud, because Molly then said, "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! See, Maive, I still remember what you taught me!"
"Very good," I laughed. "That's very good. I'm proud of you!" She had the biggest smile on her face. I was proud of her.
"Well, I can count higher!" Josh bragged.
"So! Joshy, your older!" Molly squealed.
"Come on you too, I'm very proud of you both. Let's just get to the eighth room. I lost my count now, so we got to go back. Why don't you both count?" I suggested.
They both agreed, and we walked back to the start of the hall.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," they said in unison.
"Okay, here we are! Act good. This is where we get our jobs," I told them.
We all walked through the door at once. Molly squeezed ever tighter then before. I gently nudged her. In the room there were two lamps that lit the room. The sun shone in, too. This was good, because I never liked being in dim rooms. I don't really know why, though. It sometimes made me feel lightheaded.
On the left side on the room, there were filing cabinets. On the right, there was a tall plant, which I knew Molly would love, because she really liked plants, and a wastebasket with rolled up papers around it, probably from people shooting and missing.
In the back of the room there was a desk with a man behind it, and chairs in front of it. He had a stack of carbon copies of the same type of forms I held in my hand. I realized that soon ours would be among them.
"Oh, don't mind this stack. I hadn't got to filing them yet," he said cheerfully with a smile, completely opposite of the lady at the front desk. This was where the real lifesaving must take place. "But, please, do take a seat."
We all three walked over to the chairs and sat down. Luckily they weren't too comfortable, because I didn't want Molly or Josh to fall asleep, or me, for that matter. It wouldn't look good for us, people who were looking for work.
"Welcome to the job agency. I am Bob Fredrick," he held up his business card, then handed it to Josh, because he was closest to him. Josh pretended to be extremely interested because I told then to look interested, which I thanked him for later.
"Hello Mr. Fredrick," I said, smiling myself. "I'm Maive, and this is Josh, this Molly," I pointed at them as I said their names. "We live in the shelter right down the street."
"Why hello Maive, Josh, Molly… we are extremely glad to have you here at our agency. I presume you are looking for a job?"
"Yes, we are."
"Well, you've certainly come to the right place! Do you have anything in mind?"
"Actually, no. I guess just something little kids could do. Whatever of those you got that makes the most would be great!"
"Okay," he laughed. "I'll see what I can do."
He got up and walked over to the filing cabinet labeled "Children". He opened the drawer that was labeled "Preteen" first. He pulled out a small stack, then closed the drawer and opened one labeled "5-10". He pulled out two small stacks from there and brought all three of the stacks over to his desk and sat down. He put on a pair of reading glasses.
"Let me see…." He started to mumble a little to himself as he looked through the files. It took a good amount of time, and I saw Molly was growing restless. I gave her a reassuring smile, and she sat back up straight and still. I looked over at Josh, was studying the design in the ceiling. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he quickly looked down, blushed a little, and I gave him one of those "your so funny" smiles.
Just then Mr. Fredrick was finished looking through the files. He had one even smaller stack.
"I have pulled out five or so job opportunities for each of you. First, let's look at Molly's," he said businesslike, but kindly nonetheless.
I went forward in my seat, so I was at its edge. He read a little about the first job.
"At the corner market, an apple seller." He moved on to the second. "At the town vineyard, a grape picker." Then the third. "At the pet shop, a dog occupier." He continued with the rest. "At the garden shop, a plant water-er. And finally, at the cathedral, a floor scrubber."
"Oh I know what I want! I really want to be a plant water-er! I really, really love plants!" Molly exclaimed.
"Okay," Mr. Fredrick laughed, "is that okay with you, Maive?"
"Sure, she always has had an interest in plants," I laughed, too.
"Yay!" Molly squealed with delight, jumping out of her chair. She remembered then that she was supposed to act calm and nice, so she sat down and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Fredrick sir. I'm very happy to water plants!" She had that big smile of hers across her face. Josh was laughing, too.
"Okay, now lets go to Josh. We'll talk more about Molly's job, such as the pay, later," he explained. "At the pet shop, an animal entertainer. At the garden shop, a flower arranger." Josh wrinkled his face. He was into being a tough boy. "At the cathedral, a floor scrubber." He paused to clear his throat, then continued, "At the farms, a cow milk-er, and also at the farms, an egg collect-er and a strawberry picker. Well, what'll it be?"
Josh thought for a moment. "Hmm…. I think I'll go with the animal entertainer. It sounds pretty cool."
"Yeah, that's fine with me," I said.
"Okay, so dog entertainer it is. Let's move on to Maive now," Mr. Fredrick said. "At the pet shop, an animal carer. At the farms, a horse groom-er. At the cathedral, a window-washer. And at the vineyard, a grape sorter. So, what'll it be?"
I really wasn't sure what I wanted. I had always had a liking for animals, though. So, I said, "I guess I'll have animal carer."
Mr. Fredrick had pulled the three papers with our job selections. He then took our forms that we filled out in the front room and ripped off the carbon copies and placed them in the stack that lay on his desk.
"Now I will go into detail with each of your jobs," he explained. "Shall we go in the same order?" I nodded. "Okay, Molly has chosen the job of plant water-er. This job is at the garden shop, right down this street. From your shelter, you would walk towards this building, but keep going, three buildings down on this same side. For this job, you water all of the plants and keep watch of them. She will have work three days a week: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The working hours are nine AM to three PM each of the days. You make three pounds an hour, including your lunch hour that is from twelve to one, which is 54 pounds a week. Any other questions?"
"No, sir," I said.
"Now, for Josh's job…. Animal entertainer. This is at the pet shop. It is located two buildings down from the garden shop, but on the opposite side. The animal entertainer plays with the animals and helps get them exercise. You will work five days a week: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Everyday besides Saturday, you work from nine until four. On Saturday you work from eight until noon. You have a noon lunch break on the weekdays, too.
"Josh, you make three and a half pounds an hour, which is 112 pounds a week. That is a lot! But, it is also a lot of work. I know you can handle it, though.
"And as for you, Maive, the animal carer… you work at the same place. You feed and care for the animals. You will work five days a week, too, the same days and hours as Josh. But, you will make four pound an hour, which brings it to 128 pounds a week. Any questions about anything?"
"No, Mr. Fredrick, but thank you a lot! I can't wait to get started, and I bet Josh and Molly can't either," I said.
"Okay, well you start this coming Monday. Make sure you're all there on time! Here are the descriptions," he said as he ripped the top copy off of each of them and handed them to me. "I'll turn these in to the shops today. It was nice talking to you! Good luck with your jobs." He smiled, and I smiled back. With Molly and Josh, I walked out of the room and down the squishy, tall hall.
A/N: Yeah, another one… lol okay I didn't check for any typos, because I'm too anxious to post it! lol and well it was kinda boring, though… sorry the good stuff is coming… lol