Fired!
I try to guess who could be calling at this hour. It was about 10 pm. "Gemma?" I ask as I answer the phone.
"It's Karen," a now familiar voice says. "There's a job opening at a fast food joint. Are you interested?"
"How about you? Where do you intend to work?"
"My classmate in high school, who's into sculpting, informed me that the director of the local museum needed an assistant-- someone who's into art."
"So you're already accepted?"
"I'll be having an interview tomorrow."
Well, that's great. How about Gemma?"
"She's accepted a clerical position at one of the hospitals."
"Good to hear that. At least it's similar to her previous jobs!"
"So, are you interested?"
"What's the job like?"
"Doesn't require much skill. Just be there tomorrow if you are interested."
"Okay, can you text me the details, just in case I decide to go?"
"Sure... and bye."
"Thanks." I hang up and ponder my next move.
Am I interested in a job at a fast food joint?
"It's Karen," a now familiar voice says. "There's a job opening at a fast food joint. Are you interested?"
"How about you? Where do you intend to work?"
"My classmate in high school, who's into sculpting, informed me that the director of the local museum needed an assistant-- someone who's into art."
"So you're already accepted?"
"I'll be having an interview tomorrow."
Well, that's great. How about Gemma?"
"She's accepted a clerical position at one of the hospitals."
"Good to hear that. At least it's similar to her previous jobs!"
"So, are you interested?"
"What's the job like?"
"Doesn't require much skill. Just be there tomorrow if you are interested."
"Okay, can you text me the details, just in case I decide to go?"
"Sure... and bye."
"Thanks." I hang up and ponder my next move.
Am I interested in a job at a fast food joint?