Actually, while Rute didn’t specifically remember sending her CV in, she could make a pretty good guess as to why, which was likely something like “skimmed the ad, got the impression it would be sort of similar an after-school job or two she’d had before, and added it to the list of umpteen other places she was desperately throwing herself at because damn it, they all needed money ASAP between their own living situation and the problem going on with Babs, Al, and their kid, not to mention paying for Rute’s own appointments, medication, and then there were college applications to worry about and yeah, at this point we have completely forgotten about the start of this explanation.”
Point is, she hadn’t really expected to get a response, let alone a summons to the “servant’s entrance,” of a mansion in the resort district alongside a few other prospective employees. She had considered turning back once she actually saw the place, but decided against it- maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on the inside, she’d already spent the subway fare to get there, and whatever, she might as well see this through.
Which is why she’s now here on a Sunday morning, in a slightly bare back room coated with dust and cobwebs. (Evidently cleaning isn’t very high on the staff priority list.) There are two young men also waiting with her, although after exchanging a few “Heys” and the smallest of talk the two guys have settled into conversation while Rute is occupying herself with admiring a random spider hanging out between the wall and a vase.
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Date: 2018-12-23 07:15 pm (UTC)Actually, while Rute didn’t specifically remember sending her CV in, she could make a pretty good guess as to why, which was likely something like “skimmed the ad, got the impression it would be sort of similar an after-school job or two she’d had before, and added it to the list of umpteen other places she was desperately throwing herself at because damn it, they all needed money ASAP between their own living situation and the problem going on with Babs, Al, and their kid, not to mention paying for Rute’s own appointments, medication, and then there were college applications to worry about and yeah, at this point we have completely forgotten about the start of this explanation.”
Point is, she hadn’t really expected to get a response, let alone a summons to the “servant’s entrance,” of a mansion in the resort district alongside a few other prospective employees. She had considered turning back once she actually saw the place, but decided against it- maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on the inside, she’d already spent the subway fare to get there, and whatever, she might as well see this through.
Which is why she’s now here on a Sunday morning, in a slightly bare back room coated with dust and cobwebs. (Evidently cleaning isn’t very high on the staff priority list.) There are two young men also waiting with her, although after exchanging a few “Heys” and the smallest of talk the two guys have settled into conversation while Rute is occupying herself with admiring a random spider hanging out between the wall and a vase.