Nana Why Don't You Get A Job 소설 & 이야기

“No one in the pack wants to hire me because of the rumors that have spread about me; they haven't died down yet.” “Are they really rumors?” I asked, stepping out, dressed in a loose, knee-length gown, with a bored expression on my face. Turning my back to Quinn, I took a hair dryer to dry my hair. Quinn gave me a bitter look when I turned to face her again. It is nice to see that my words got to her; maybe now she could finally leave my room. “Help me talk to Nathan, Gianna. I really need a job; I don't have any money left.” She stuttered on her words, ashamed to say it in front of me, yet she kept her voice from revealing the hate I already knew that she had for me.

Nania said. I wasn’t asking her questions, but she was the sort who wouldn’t settle for a boring adventure. She wanted to keep our trip lively, but I wonder why she doesn’t want to go seek for a job at the same place. Maybe she doesn’t want to do that because it would keep her away from her kids and her husband. “She always told me of the good working condition there, and how difficult it is to get to see the young billionaire, Zain.” She added. A cab came by and I flagged it down, while she bent by the window to haggle the price for the trip with the driver.

I had no problem with it only that I was scared Nana was getting attached to a moving train —just as I was. We both had to wake up from it. Reluctantly I added. "She is better enough to get a job." My Nana paused with her mini shovel midway as the words I said sank into her. "What?!" She asked, her face squinted like she had not heard correctly. "She is starting tomorrow." I continued ignoring her request for clarity. "She would do no such thing." Nana concluded before continuing her digging. I had earlier decided to succumb to the mountain and now I was faced with the big blue sea and I knew it would not be easy for me to swim through.

Annie let out a sigh and dried the table with the dry towel. I sighed and said, "Well, you know that men are crazy these days. They only want the bodies and lust of women. That could be what he wants in the end. I'll work for him for a year and then I'm free." "And you agreed to do it?" "I'm sorry, Annie, but I don't have a choice," I said as I sat down on the chair. "No matter how much I try, I will never be able to secure a good job—not even as an interior designer for a major New York City firm—because everyone seems to want at least a year of experience. I don't have anyone, though. They're all gone and won't help me!"

Wanda repeated her question about the job offer. "Sorry, Ma’am, but this job doesn’t seem suitable for me. Can’t you find me a position that fits, like admin staff or maybe cleaning service?" Nisa didn’t want to be tied to one job because she wanted to find another job to cover her mother's medical expenses. Gluk. Wanda swallowed her own saliva, especially since she had received an ultimatum. Nisa had to be accepted for the job. If not, her current position would be at stake. Wanda would be fired by Bisma if Nisa rejected the job offer.

So he has to know even just a little, and then I could teach him gradually. “That would be hard to find here, I must say. We could get all sorts of good looking guys, but not the businessman type,” Nana said. I looked out the window and saw the sun was almost out of the sky. “You should get back. People would start looking for their boss.” A tired smile was all I could offer her. “Thanks for today. I really appreciate it, Nana.” I hugged her. She tapped me on the back. “You’re always welcome, dear. Don’t worry, there’s still tomorrow, and more guys in the house are getting interested over this mystery job you’re offering to them. But of course, I wouldn’t let anyone shady get to you.”

The two twenty-year-old women nodded and said, "be careful on the road." "So, how does it feel to teach kids like that after so long you haven't taught?" asked Nana mockingly. "I'm happy," Olivia replied, "it's like feeling back to something long lost." Nana gave a short chuckle. "Then, tomorrow and tomorrow, accompany me to teach the children again, okay?" “Sure, but I can't promise. I also have to find another job to support myself." Olivia replied. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I can't help you find a job yet," said Nana, "who only smiled back at Olivia."

“What is your problem?” “My problem? Can’t you see my life right now?” I gestured exaggeratedly. Thankfully, it was just the three of us, and Homer just pretended he wasn’t listening. “Nana was probably poisoned. She’s sick, refusing my help. My father is a notorious criminal, and because of his influence, my siblings are criminals, too. And here I am, wanting to swallow my pride to accept the job offer from the company owned by my husband. I am sure there’s a lot more qualified than me, but because of you, I will get the job.”

She chuckled. "Why didn't he come along anyway?" Nana asked, displeased because she missed her grandson-in-law. "He had too many meetings today, so he went to the company." She pulled up a bag that she had brought with her. "He made your favorite foods." "He shouldn't let you run around on your own while pregnant." Nana expressed her disapproval of Livian going to work and leaving her on her own.

"Of course, he is. He just has an important stuff to handle. You know all these family business can be difficult to, you know...He will come." Nana sighed. "Dear, but Denzel works at the same company." "Yes, but a different branch. Pffh! You worry too much, Nana and I love you, but I've got guests waiting." She gave Nana a kiss and dashed out of the room. Nana was hard to he fooled and the truth about James was not far fetched. Jenelle shut the door behind her and tried to compose herself. Nana was a Guru at reading her expressions and she wondered why the woman didn't just become a cop instead of a nanny. Her greatest fear was about to get to her and she won't allow it.