Job Novel Novels & Stories

she whispered my name, still busily staring at the car. "Huh?" I responded in the same tone, also still staring. "What on Earth is your job and who in the world is your boss?" She asked, finally turning to stare at me with genuine seriousness and worry. That was enough to break me out of my daze. I had to tell her something before she started doing her own digging. With the people she's got, JJ, Jackson and Roland, finding out wouldn't be so difficult. "I've been appointed as the new head of the advertisement department of Robles Corp," I answered, sparing her shocked gaze a two-seconds stare before once again acknowledging the presence of the strangers still in our living room.

She added, hoping deep inside her that she was convincing enough. Miguel studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable as he considered her words. "What kind of job do you want to do?" he asked, his voice a low growl and his eyes narrowing suspiciously. He doesn't trust his new wife one bit! "I'm not sure yet," Joanna admitted, her voice softening as she tried to appease him. She needs to make sure he doesn't turn down her request, else she was totally ruined. "But I was thinking of searching for a job in different companies. I could be a personal assistant, or... or a secretary. Afterall, I have a good CV."

What could be going through his mind. Josie, what are you doing here? Jake asked, I am here for the interview I replied. I had used a different name to apply for the job because I wouldn't want Jake to know I was the one applying for the job. I sat down waiting for my turn to be interviewed. Finally it was my turn and I was asked to go in. Jake had his eyes all over me, I could see the questions running through his face. After the interview we were all asked to wait for the result and in few minutes, all those who were employed had to wait behind and luckily, I was one of them.

I never thought that I would be at this point now, I thought sadly. "What's wrong, Miss Hart?" I shook my head slowly and replied, "It's nothing. I just thought that I'm not qualified enough to work here because I don't have any experience." "Is it your first time applying for a job?" "Sadly, yes. Are you looking for an experienced worker, Sir?" "Not really, there is always a first time for everything as long as you can work properly." I saw Jonah looking at me seriously while occasionally talking to me about the job, salary, benefits, and so on. It didn't take long and the interview session ended with Jonah's words which surprised me.

Jessica started. Craig Noah sat up, expectant and glad to finally get his first ‘real’ job. He started working as an assistant three days ago but all he had done was drive to the mall, take a message to the cook, spy on someone, stop at a convenience store and every other menial job except the real thing he had come for. He was already beginning to wonder when he would finally get to ‘work’. Well he was at least glad he had a real office with a desk, a chair and computer. “What do you have for me?” Jessica demanded.

“Don’t be dramatic. I’ve just been stressed. I told you already. What ever news you have is going to determine my diet for the following week, so out with it already.” “Way to put pressure on a girl.” She huffed, “I found two possible jobs, one as an extra in a zombie movie…” I shook my head, “that’s what I thought- off the list. The second isn’t really on the list. It’s a fifty fifty thing. It’s pretty much a rumor at this point but I spoke to Johan. Ya remember him?” “Yeah, the guy that tried to touch your boobs once, go on.”

Keisha walks in, now in joggers and a T-shirt. I look her over. “Rough day?” She shakes her head. “No. Actually we finally hired someone for the machine supervisor position.” I nod. “Finally.” “But I still got two more positions to fill. And Joel is pissed. He really wanted that job.” I sigh, taking a bite of chicken. “Well, he should’ve been more qualified.” “We gave him two interviews and a test,” she says. “He failed. And he works on those machines, daily. That’s the crazy part.”

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.

No bed or tv, just an empty wall and wooden floor. She clicks on the browser homepage and types a different search word. "Job opening without a degree in New York" Jayda says aloud. She scrolls down the return page, scaning through every headline. One particular site recommend her registering and then wait to be contacted if found fit for a job but who would hire a thirty six years old without a degree? That thought worries her. She had thought it would be easy to get a job in the city, that every thing will magically fall into place for her sake making her very unprepared for the rough start.

“Who reached out first? You or him? I hope not you because I don’t want to think you’re doing this to get back at Aiden.” “Deb!” I glowered, shaking my head, then wrinkled my nose, unsure who reached out first. “Maybe me…” I blinked, creasing my forehead as I thought, then shook my head again. “It’s not what you think. I posted online the job positions in Adilene’s, and well…” I wagged my eyebrows and grinned awkwardly. “He applied for the managerial position. So, I’m meeting him this morning for the job interview.” “You’re nuts, Jess. You can’t hire him. I mean, what will Aiden say?” Deb asked worriedly.