Backpacks or Basilisks?

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⌈Modern day, August 17th 2023...⌋

For once the weather was actually nice in Bridgeport. It wasn't lashing down with rain or freezing with a cold breeze because of being on the West Coast. It was just...decent. The sun was out and it wasn't too cloudy either. On days like these people would probably be out and about doing what they need to do. But not Liam Plecak.

Now, what was this little 'backpack' doing then? Well, he was just lounging about in the apartment that he now shares with Bryce while he scrolls around on Texty's laptop. Why was he doing this? Because he was job hunting, that's why. It's been an entire year since ONE ended and yet he has basically been relying on the soda bottle for money as if Bryce was his sugar daddy or something. Okay, that was fucking weird to say. Anyways... Liam doesn't know why he exactly waited so long to try and get a job but maybe it was the trauma from ONE? But Bryce also would have gotten trauma just like the others... He isn't just lazy, right? Liam has never been lazy and he just can't understand why he's only doing this now.

The 'backpack' sighs before returning to his searching while occasionally having a small conversation with the text box that resides inside the same laptop he's using. It's nothing special, just Liam trying to ask Texty for some suggestions on places he should try work at that wouldn't really require much experience. All he really has is a tiny bit of retail experience from high school and then everything he's done in telemarketing, and even at that, he didn't even go to college for it. I mean, it's not a job that necessarily requires it but he's aware that most employers would only hire college graduates so he got lucky back in San Francisco. But anyways, there isn't even a telemarketing business here so that's useless. Not that he'd really want to go back to it anyways. Liam feels like he'd be annoying. Telemarketers are usually annoying. Was he annoying when he did his job? He probably was... And he doesn't want to do anything retail for obvious reasons. It was torture!

None of Texty's suggestions were really interesting Liam. They were either saying basic jobs that most people would have and then there's also jobs that he's never even fucking heard of before. Like, what the fuck is a "Podiatrist"? It sounds gross in Liam's opinion and he doesn't even want to know what it even is.

Liam eventually bites the bullet and searches up "Good paying jobs that don't require college" into the search engine, even if it means that Texty learns this information about him.

"Real estate agent... Electrician... Firefighter... Plumber... Private detective!? There's no way these jobs don't require college! They have to... Dammit.. Even the internet is mocking me for not going to college..." The green 'backpack' mutters to himself.

Liam never expected it to be so difficult to try and find a job that would require the bare minimum. Everything is so advanced these days... Maybe there are some websites that list some jobs that he could take up... Hopefully...

So, with another search, Liam finds himself on some website and is scrolling through some of the listed jobs. And of course, none of them seem to appeal to him or just seem to difficult with his lack of experience. Groaning in frustration, the 'backpack' leans back in his seat as he presses his hands against his forehead, not even hearing any of Texty's sympathetic words that were drowned out from his own thoughts.

This shouldn't frustrate him, it really shouldn't. The last time that Liam got this frustrated was with...Airy... No. No, no, no. Don't think about him. He's gone. It's fine. Everyone is fine... It's just a stupid job. You'll find one soon. Everything is just fi-

"Did you just puff up like a cat?" A robotic voice asked, interrupting Liam's thoughts.

Texty suddenly asking that question startled the green 'bag' but it finally got his attention back to the text box.