"Please, try to find a job!"
"Mom, I've looked on almost every job website!"
"There is a such thing as a newspaper, you know."
Ahh, another job argument between you and your mother. They've been happening a lot recently. For a week and a half, to be exact. You're 20 years old, and summer's just begun. Most people your age are probably planning some sort of get-together with their friends, maybe even just relaxing and enjoying the season. But you? Oh, you just had to get a job.
Now, you weren't entirely against it, it really would be nice to have a little extra spending money. But you also wanted to enjoy your summer. You'd been torn on the decision, whether to try to find a job, or to wait. Well, your parents ended up making that choice for you. They chose sooner rather than later.
You'd been searching job sites on your laptop for a week and a half, and anything you'd found sucked in its own way. It's too far a drive, it doesn't pay well, the job in general is terrible, etc. Now you were onto some of the less trusted sites, the ones that had all the pop-ups and ads all over the screen, the type that would give your computer a virus. But, your mother had a point...maybe the job listings in the newspaper would have something better than what you've been seeing.
You closed your laptop and walked downstairs to the kitchen to find the newspaper. Your house was a two-story and was actually kinda nice. Your family wasn't rich or anything, but you weren't so poor that you couldn't afford the occasional visit to Applebee's and such.
Once you'd found the job listings in the newspaper, you found some cruddy jobs. Sunoco? No way. Tail's End Pet Salon? You liked animals, but you didn't think you could give one a haircut. You kept looking, and your options were slim.
Your mother walked downstairs and looked over your shoulder. "Finally listening to your mother, I see?" She said with a smirk.
"Oh, come on, I listen to you!" You say with a chuckle.
"Oh, I know. Just pulling your leg." Your mom was a pretty nice person. She could definitely be strict sometimes, but that's how she raised you so well. Your father was a bit more lenient and easygoing, but still helped in raising you right.
Your mom continued on her way with a laundry basket, probably to the basement, where the washer resided. You kept looking through the listings, finding nothing. Then a picture caught your eye. It was of what looked like a brown animatronic bear. The listing said it was for "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". Must be a kid's place, you thought. The listing said it was for a nightgaurd, which seemed interesting enough to you. Certainly better than Sunoco, no one wants to work at a gas station. You viewed the information for the job, learning that the hours were from 12-6 A.M. as well as the location of the establishment. It ended up being in the same town that you lived in, what a coincidence. You decided you'd give the boss a call...
~~Timeskip~~
"Hello?" Answered a tired, gruff voice from the phone.
"Um, hello, I'm calling about your nightgaurd position. Is it still up for grabs?" You talked using your best businesswoman voice, trying to sound professional and reliable.
"Why, yes, indeed it is." The voice sounded a bit uplifted at the mention of someone wanting the job. "Are you looking to take it?"
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Well, do you think you could stop by sometime tomorrow? Maybe 6, 7 o' clock?"
"Yes, that'll work sir."
"And what's your name?"
"My name is (y/n) (l/n), sir."
"Alright, Miss (l/n), I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow!"
"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow, sir!"
You'd never said so many "sirs" in your life.
Not to mention you felt pretty accomplished.
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Okay, I hope I did good! Once again, first story, and I know this chapter is kinda boring, but it'll get better, I promise! I'm pretty tired right now, and I'm not sure when I'll update, but it'll happen. Keep checking! :)
