I'd like to formally blame, I mean thank, yes, thank Ms Frizzle for poking me to post this.
Post-series oneshot. The superhero lifestyle is not conducive to impressing employers.
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Sometimes Danny wished he could make a career out of ghost hunting. Like his parents did.
Well, no, not like his parents did. It wasn't until after he grew up that Danny was really allowed to see all that Fentonworks did. So much more than just ghosts. Inventions, mostly. Other things. Some contract work on radiation and stuff. Actually hunting ghosts made up such a small amount of his parent's research.
Which is why Danny was stuck in this uncomfortable chair wearing an uncomfortable blue suit with an annoying tie. He hated ties. He hated interviews. He hated having to make excuses for why his ghost hunting had always come before his other pursuits. He hated lying and promising the interviewer that this time would be different. Mostly he hated the look in their eyes, that look that told him they didn't believe him.
He didn't blame them.
Bah.
Danny was running out of options. If this didn't work out then he didn't know what he'd do. His only other option... Well, he didn't consider going to Vlad an option. Not while he still had his pride.
"Semi-professional ghost hunter..."
Danny nodded as his interviewer went over the experience on his resume.
"Why only semi-professional?"
"It was unpaid," Danny said, giving his prepared response. "Some of my work was affiliated with Fentonworks, some of it was freelance."
"And you've listed this as 'to current'. You're still involved in this, ah, volunteer work?"
"Yes," Danny admitted.
"Hmm."
Danny could see the door close in the HR guy's eyes. All interest just bled out. Still, Danny pasted on a smile and hoped he could salvage this.
"Two weeks as a fry cook at Nasty Burger. Why only two weeks?"
Dammit. Danny thought he'd taken that off his resume. He must have made the mistake of handing over an old copy. "Heh." Danny just stopped himself from rubbing the back of his neck. Couldn't show any nervousness. Showing nervousness was bad. "They couldn't fit my schedule," he said. It was close enough to the truth.
"I see."
Danny's pasted smile fell off. He knew that 'I see'.
"You've done some modeling work."
Danny knew what that meant. 'Maybe you should go back into modeling'. He didn't want to go back into coffin modeling. It was just too creepy. He wanted a real job, something he could be proud of. Something that didn't involve weird goths sending him fan emails about how they'd bought coffins and used them as beds. "That was my friend's idea, sir. It's not something I have any desire to return to."
"Hmm. Well, Mr. Fender-"
Danny winced. Despite the resume his interviewer couldn't even be bothered to remember his name. This was bad. "Fenton, sir," Danny said.
"Well, Mr. Fenton, I'm afraid ConHugeCo is looking for someone with more experience at this time. We will keep your resume on file."
Yeah, the round file, Danny thought.
"Perhaps you might try VladCo, I hear they're hiring."
Danny gritted his teeth and let himself be shown out. Well... There went the last of his pride.