I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week Novels & Stories

i mutter under my breath and walk away. I don't have anything fun going on in my life. I work 10 hours daily, from Monday to Friday, then I visit the library most Saturdays or I go grocery shopping. On Sundays, I watch my favourite show ‘’Ketching up with Italian couples” and that pretty much sums up my life as a 21 years old graduate working in an interior decor company. My friends and colleagues ask me a lot why I'm not in a relationship, not like they don't know why, that's their little way of saying ‘’you fucked up, deal with it'.

“Work has been crazy. I’ve been picking up extra shifts left and right until we can hire somebody new. It sucks.” “Darn. I was hoping,” I said solemnly. “Yeah, I know. Me too,” she said. “Now quit changing the subject! I want to know more about this date! Tell me everything.” I gave an obnoxious sigh into the phone before I began, “Well, his name is Gabe. He’s a business owner.” “Nice!” she interrupted. “Maybe that means he’ll pay for dinner this time!” I laughed and started filling out a date request on the website. “A girl can dream.”

I shake my head and mutter to myself. “Stop it, Aria.” “This isn’t about him.” I push myself up, then fall back onto the bed a second later. The mattress sinks beneath my weight, and my room is unusually quiet. The silence gives my thoughts far too much space to wander. Needing a distraction, I unlock my phone and begin scrolling. And I see people’s random posts, photos, videos, reels and news. I keep scrolling absentmindedly until a familiar headline suddenly catches my eye. ANNUAL RECRUITMENT FOR THE PACK WORKERS IS NOW OPEN!

I want to be happy. I shook my thoughts away, made myself a vanilla late, and got back to looking at the ad in front of me. I wonder why all of a sudden. I mean of course it was nothing to do with me, that would be really self-centred of me to think that…but then again, I’ve been using this Job sight ever since I got laid off to find free-lace work outside my regular network of clients and I never saw an ad by this company before. Maybe I didn’t scroll down enough? I have no idea. Well, either way –

"This really sucks," Angie muttered. Angie still could not accept that she was unemployed now. Not completely unemployed, actually. She still had her personal news blog that had enough visitors to make her money. Actually, even without her working for one of the newspaper publishers, she could still support herself through that personal blog as well as some other side jobs with her journalistic skills. Angie just felt unsatisfied if she did not have a definite goal every day. Unfortunately, her free spirit and eagerness to expose every evil in the world is not in line with where she works. They were too afraid to reveal the facts to the point of firing Angie, who was desperate to publish the

"I was busy, I just got a job baby!" "Seriously? Today?" "Yeah, it's a lot of pay by the way" I throw a chip into my mouth "I'm happy baby, at least you'll stop yapping about getting your own job" "Yen yen yen!" "Which job?" "Uh... A weekly magazine model" "Oh.. that's nice, if you're happy about that, I am too" "I can't wait to see you this weekend" "Uh.. I'll not be coming over this weekend, I'm sorry"

“Okay. So. Ex-con friendly jobs.” Shaw visibly hated that phrasing. I continued anyway. “Construction,” I said first. “Warehouse work. Delivery jobs. Kitchens and restaurants.” I paused. Then pointed vaguely upward while trying to remember more. “Mechanics… janitorial stuff… manual labor…” Shaw watched me carefully while I thought. “You’re making these up now.” “I’m literally helping you.” “You look confused.” “I contained multitudes.” I snapped my fingers suddenly. “Night shifts. Small businesses. There. See? Useful.”

I finally replied. Lukas took a deep breath. “My name’s Lukas Randall. I’m thirty-three years old, and I work primarily in construction. I own a company that specializes in demolition and related work. I don’t have any children, and I’m not married. Most of my time is spent working, but I make an effort to find time for the things that matter to me. How about you?” Shit. That had been too fast. Lukas didn’t even lead on anything, and I certainly wasn’t ready to talk about myself.

Rosalia I sighed in exasperation as I walked down the subway steps, planning to board the earliest train and lock myself in my apartment before I started going crazy. I lost my job again. It is literally the fifth one this year and this is only March. Courtesy of the world being filled with shitty people. Not that I regret losing the job, it was worth it if it meant hitting sense into disgusting people. Whenever I remember what had transpired earlier, disgust immediately fills my gut. "it's not worth it"

Attention, this isn’t a test! @isabelle_ Ready! @rita_ Ready! Whatever Gabe was planning, with them, I was invincible! That night, I slept well, even without Gabe at home. And to make things even better, the next day I was called for a job interview. I took a test and passed. I was no longer unemployed! I could fill my days doing something useful, and the place had health insurance, a gym, and a decent salary.