Streetlife

68 - Job Hunting

STEF POV

Looking for a job was a fucking drag and every damn place I went to today told me the same fucking thing. They weren't hiring or that they would call me back and I decided to take a break from the heat and head into a little book store. Truthfully I knew I was in a foul mood since my visit with my brother yesterday one I felt I shouldn't have even gone on and I didn't even fucking tell anyone. And by anyone I mean Callie because I didn't like to burden that sweet girl with this, nor subject her to my anger or annoyance about it. Plus, I knew  she cared alot about him and I just didn't wanna deal with it.

My parents was NOT a subject I brought up with anyone and even if I said a few things to Tess the other day, that wasn't typical and I tried to be as vague as possible. Because there was just no way, considering they both had done there fair share of damage to me and Frank that it wasn't even funny.

How he could forget all that happened to us when we were growing up there I wasn't sure, and how he could make or try to make amends I wasn't sure either because there was no fucking way on earth that was happening with me. Ever.

Lighting my smoke I head into the little occult book store on St. Marks and I happen to see a hiring sign plastered on the window as I head inside to see an older women behind the counter.

"Hi, what can I do for you young lady?" She asks as she has giant glasses on and a short haircut. The place is rather dusty and warm much like the rest of the city as I see a little fan blowing on her and the place is filled to the brim with books.

She wears a sweater though and a collard shirt that is buttoned to the top with a broach and must be about my mother's  age or close to it or maybe even her long lost sister, I think as I puff my smoke.

"I saw you had a hiring sign outside. Wanted to fill out an application." I say as she looks at me in a rather troubled way as I puff my smoke again waiting for her to answer.

"Do you have any experience stocking shelves? Know about different genres of books?" She asks as she looks at me over her mother goose glasses.

"Well, yeah I mean how hard could it be? I don't think it's fucking rocket science." I say puffing my smoke again as she continues to look at me. "Can I fill out an application or can you interview me or something? How does this all work? I can start stocking shelves now if you'd like? Hire me on the spot!!"

"We just had a few interviews today, honey. We think we might have someone. But if anything opens up, I will call you."

"Opens up? I mean if you have someone already why keep the sign in the window? Or you're just not hiring me? I mean you did just ask me if I can stock shelves and something about a generator!"

"What is your name, dear?" She clears her throat as she pulls her glasses off and lets them hang around her neck with a glasses chain.

"Stef."

"Stef. Listen, how old are you?"

"19." I puff my smoke again as she clears her throat.

"Have you been on on a lot of interviews? Or any at all?" She looks at me with a worried expression.

"Look, I worked at a Chinese joint. They were fucking slave drivers, ok? I worked my ass off for pennies cleaning their floors and tables and dealing with their rude ass customers. I just need to make some cash for my girl. I think I can handle stocking some fucking shelves plus I love to read. Ask me about ANY book and I'll know." I say as she seems to contemplate and I see her reach in a folder and hand me an application.

"I can't promise anything young lady, but fill this out. If something opens I will call you."

I nod as I fill the application out and leave it behind as I head back out onto the hot ass street. The city was really blazing and I was damn near starving from walking around all day not to mention sweating my ass off as I stop to get a slice of pizza and a small drink. My tits were also sweating as I wip them a bit with a napkin and around my neck.