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Renee walked with her hands in her pockets to the whitewashed building on 42nd street. Sniffing, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and pulled her right hand out. She grabbed the door, flung it open, and walked in.
Her eyes had to adjust to the sudden almost darkness of the room. She blinked a few times, then continued to where a dark wooden desk stood. It was off to the right, accompanied by a few chairs. On the desk was a book, a sheet of paper with names, a pencil, and some strewn papers.
Behind the desk was a rather plump woman. Her cheeks were a rosy red, her lips a light pink, and her green eyes shone from the lighting. Her brown hair was wrapped in a bun at the back of her head, and she wore what looked like a plain white blouse with a brown skirt. The desk was so tall, it hardly exposed any of her.
As she leaned on the desk, the woman looked up. Renee stole a quick glance at the items on the shelves near in front of the woman. There were plenty of books, papers, folders, pencils, records, and a small box. "May I help you?" the woman asked, her eyes squinted through her smile.
Renee returned it. "I came here to see if you had any jobs available?"
The woman laughed lightly. "Honey, we always have jobs. It's really an account you'd be lookin' for. Well, we'll set ya right up. I need your name, your birthdate, any experience you've had, and where ya've been stayin'," she said, grabbing a pencil, a deep crimson book, and flipped it open to a certain page. She readied the pencil above a line, and looked up at Renee.
"Ray Ellis; January 17, 1883; I used to clean my own house and my grandparents', and the Bottle Alley Newsgirls Lodgin' House," she said, giving all the information previously asked for.
The woman wrote it all down, her pencil flying across the paper swiftly. When she was done, she patted the page, closed the book, and pulled out another. She filled it in with the given information, and turned it around, showing it to Renee. "Now, when you come here every day to check if you have any jobs, you'll need ta sign in. There, by you're name, will be a list of any jobs we've scheduled for ya. When you've completed a job, you'll write the employer's name on these lines, and how long it took ya to do it. You'll be paid by the hour, an' you'll be gettin' about," she paused, directed her eyes upwards, and calculated the pay. "25 an hour. Cleanin's a good business, lotsa people want their houses cleaned and don't wanna do it 'emselves. So, ya understand it all?" she asked, smiling her large, cheery smile.
Renee smiled and nodded. "Good. Then here, initial by your name, and sign at the bottom by the 'x'. You'll need ta check in here tomorra, ta see if anythin's come up yet."
Renee nodded, the shook the lady's hand. She stuck her hands back into her pockets, and headed out the doors. She was glad she'd chosen cleaning. It was one thing she didn't mind doing.
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klover: Well, I'm sorry about you're not being able to review then, but I also say have fun in IRELAND!! I'll try to update sooner so you have some stuff to read. Thanks again for reviewing, and I hope you enjoy the rest!
Moonlight: Thanks also for your review! I'm glad you really like it, and yeah I thought they did too. But hey, ya never know with history. Well, thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you enjoy the rest!
*shasanixie*
Renee walked with her hands in her pockets to the whitewashed building on 42nd street. Sniffing, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and pulled her right hand out. She grabbed the door, flung it open, and walked in.
Her eyes had to adjust to the sudden almost darkness of the room. She blinked a few times, then continued to where a dark wooden desk stood. It was off to the right, accompanied by a few chairs. On the desk was a book, a sheet of paper with names, a pencil, and some strewn papers.
Behind the desk was a rather plump woman. Her cheeks were a rosy red, her lips a light pink, and her green eyes shone from the lighting. Her brown hair was wrapped in a bun at the back of her head, and she wore what looked like a plain white blouse with a brown skirt. The desk was so tall, it hardly exposed any of her.
As she leaned on the desk, the woman looked up. Renee stole a quick glance at the items on the shelves near in front of the woman. There were plenty of books, papers, folders, pencils, records, and a small box. "May I help you?" the woman asked, her eyes squinted through her smile.
Renee returned it. "I came here to see if you had any jobs available?"
The woman laughed lightly. "Honey, we always have jobs. It's really an account you'd be lookin' for. Well, we'll set ya right up. I need your name, your birthdate, any experience you've had, and where ya've been stayin'," she said, grabbing a pencil, a deep crimson book, and flipped it open to a certain page. She readied the pencil above a line, and looked up at Renee.
"Ray Ellis; January 17, 1883; I used to clean my own house and my grandparents', and the Bottle Alley Newsgirls Lodgin' House," she said, giving all the information previously asked for.
The woman wrote it all down, her pencil flying across the paper swiftly. When she was done, she patted the page, closed the book, and pulled out another. She filled it in with the given information, and turned it around, showing it to Renee. "Now, when you come here every day to check if you have any jobs, you'll need ta sign in. There, by you're name, will be a list of any jobs we've scheduled for ya. When you've completed a job, you'll write the employer's name on these lines, and how long it took ya to do it. You'll be paid by the hour, an' you'll be gettin' about," she paused, directed her eyes upwards, and calculated the pay. "25 an hour. Cleanin's a good business, lotsa people want their houses cleaned and don't wanna do it 'emselves. So, ya understand it all?" she asked, smiling her large, cheery smile.
Renee smiled and nodded. "Good. Then here, initial by your name, and sign at the bottom by the 'x'. You'll need ta check in here tomorra, ta see if anythin's come up yet."
Renee nodded, the shook the lady's hand. She stuck her hands back into her pockets, and headed out the doors. She was glad she'd chosen cleaning. It was one thing she didn't mind doing.
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klover: Well, I'm sorry about you're not being able to review then, but I also say have fun in IRELAND!! I'll try to update sooner so you have some stuff to read. Thanks again for reviewing, and I hope you enjoy the rest!
Moonlight: Thanks also for your review! I'm glad you really like it, and yeah I thought they did too. But hey, ya never know with history. Well, thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you enjoy the rest!
*shasanixie*