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Disclaimer: I don't own Zim. Jhonen Vasquez does, and legally so does Nickelodeon, but in Zim's heart, in his SOUL! He will always be Jhonen's. Oh, I own Syb.
A girl happily skips to the front office, since she's been working so hard lately they have to give her a break. Right? She asks for someone get her the binder that will tell her what her hours will be the following week, since being under five foot (although finished growing) she couldn't reach it. She looked inside, and when she did her look of excited hopefulness changed to a look of despair. She got even more hours than she usually did! Three hundred and twenty five hours of work. She didn't even think that there were that many hours in a week! Hey, wait a minute, there weren't that many hours in a week! There are only one hundred and sixty eight hours in a week.this was the final straw. She was going to get another job.
She quits, and heads home. She has an idea of her new job. Professor Membrane's rich, right? He's got children, right? She also remembered hearing that the son was insane. Now, with all that inventing he does he couldn't possibly have time to take care of them, and last she heard they didn't have a babysitter. She was sure she could convince him to let her work for him, she could probably even get ten dollars an hour out of it. It wouldn't be that bad, either, maybe she could draw in her notebook while keeping an eye on the kids or something. She gets home, picks up the phone and dials. She magically knows Professor Membrane's phone number. Either that or she remembered it being said on his show once.
"Hello, Professor Membrane?"
"Hi! What can I do for you?" Professor Membrane responds.
"My name's Syb, I'm looking for a job as a babysitter. I heard you son's insane, and I was thinking that maybe having a live person around the house more, like a babysitter, might make him less insane!"
Professor Membrane pondered, "Hmmm, he is insane..how much do you charge?"
"Ten dollars an hour!"
Disclaimer: I don't own Zim. Jhonen Vasquez does, and legally so does Nickelodeon, but in Zim's heart, in his SOUL! He will always be Jhonen's. Oh, I own Syb.
A girl happily skips to the front office, since she's been working so hard lately they have to give her a break. Right? She asks for someone get her the binder that will tell her what her hours will be the following week, since being under five foot (although finished growing) she couldn't reach it. She looked inside, and when she did her look of excited hopefulness changed to a look of despair. She got even more hours than she usually did! Three hundred and twenty five hours of work. She didn't even think that there were that many hours in a week! Hey, wait a minute, there weren't that many hours in a week! There are only one hundred and sixty eight hours in a week.this was the final straw. She was going to get another job.
She quits, and heads home. She has an idea of her new job. Professor Membrane's rich, right? He's got children, right? She also remembered hearing that the son was insane. Now, with all that inventing he does he couldn't possibly have time to take care of them, and last she heard they didn't have a babysitter. She was sure she could convince him to let her work for him, she could probably even get ten dollars an hour out of it. It wouldn't be that bad, either, maybe she could draw in her notebook while keeping an eye on the kids or something. She gets home, picks up the phone and dials. She magically knows Professor Membrane's phone number. Either that or she remembered it being said on his show once.
"Hello, Professor Membrane?"
"Hi! What can I do for you?" Professor Membrane responds.
"My name's Syb, I'm looking for a job as a babysitter. I heard you son's insane, and I was thinking that maybe having a live person around the house more, like a babysitter, might make him less insane!"
Professor Membrane pondered, "Hmmm, he is insane..how much do you charge?"
"Ten dollars an hour!"