I Need A Job Novels & Stories

“It is not that interesting. It's not like there is someone serious or anything else of the sort." “But you hardly come around these days and when you do, it feels like you are in a hurry to get away. Just give me a name to satisfy my curiosity." I smile as I speak. I take back my previous statement. Who says fun is for the jobless? This is so much fun and I am enjoying it way more than I should. “That is because I have been so busy with a lot of things." I hear some shuffling in the background. I know I am right. There is someone.

Whatever will get me a job, I figure. I fill out a post, advertising my availability for Personal assistant/secretary/jack-of-all-trades positions. I attach my résumé and add some details about myself. It asks for a photo too – must be recent, it says, for some reason. But I figure, no reason to hide who I am. Any position that will work for me right now needs to be flexible about my kids.

There was only one way to find out. "Ermmm, actually, Miss. I need a job. Anyway, I'd take it. I have been feeling this…umm, some kind of situation that I cannot afford so I need to at least look for a job." The lady's smile disappeared. "You would have to write a letter of application to the manager of the company or you meet with the CEO which is impossible. I haven't seen him myself."

I might actually stab a fork up their asses. I nod. Yip that’s a bad idea. I grab my laptop and search for universities in the area. Now that I’m not trying to get closer to Grace, what do I really want to do? Do I have a goal set for myself? If I had my way, I’d join the army and have at it. As I’m searching for something I come across a job listing. A smile spreads across my face. I remember seeing this companies work a couple of months ago.

Once I got back to work, my life fell right back into the routine of overtime, rest, and occasional business trips. I filled my schedule to the brim, trying to drown out that lingering sense of emptiness that would creep up on me every now and then. That feeling stayed with me for a long time. It wasn't until the following spring that it finally started to fade. I got used to the simple routine of going between work and home every day. I even adopted a cat and occasionally joined social events. My days were ordinary, but they were fulfilling.

"Thanks for the tip." "Yeah yeah, bye." She waved as I got down from the car. I waved back, watching as she drove off. I sighed loudly, my gaze traveling to the buildings around me. I need to find a job in one of this numerous buildings. I would be going for a menial job, since I really don't have the qualifications for bigger jobs. I started my walk, looking for a job, basically focusing on restaurants, cafes and... I tried many places but most of them had no vacancy and I was already getting frustrated after hours of searching when I finally saw a post outside a cafe restaurant. They were looking for a part time server.

Just talking decently. "So! You are a big lady know. What you do for a living; I know your uncle aunt you can't depend on them. " Now that was something, deep to my heart. I wanted some work to do, he was taking sense. Humm! I am searching for work. Please! But don't tell this, my uncle aunt. Is there any way you can help me find a job? "Let me see! That's difficult to find a job with no experience. But I know a place you could find work. " when he was saying all this there was a shine in my eyes.

I pace the room, five steps, turn, five steps again, I'm trying to think, to string together something that resembles a plan. I need a job, and not just any job, but one that pays well. Something sustainable. Something that can give me the exact amount I need in just one week without carrying a gun and killing someone in cold blood. But how? My God. . . I swipe my hair back, barely tethered to reality. Can my dad help? Although I have never had to depend on him in a while, he could have gotten the money he said he would get. Maybe now he has the money for my tuition.

I smiled too, but the hand holding my mouse froze. The air between us shifted ever so slightly—something unspoken hung in the silence. Thankfully, he moved on. "What are you up to?" "Job hunting. I want to start earning as soon as possible." It wasn't just about distraction anymore—I needed the money. "Want my help?" he asked. "Honestly… you could come work at my company anytime. The offer still stands." I sat up straight, wedging the phone between my shoulder and ear while carefully placing my laptop on my lap.

“I owe you.” She sighed loudly. “You said you would get me a job. How’s that coming along?” I paused. I haven’t actually thought about the job part. “I’m still working on that.” I lied. “What kind of job do you want?” “Anything. I would just love to get out of the house. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. A server's work is fine by me.” “Ok.” I nodded. “What about Theo’s school?” She asked.