"Ah-Ah-choo!" I flinch when she sneezes again, pulling some tissue from her desk to blow her red aggravated nose and groan best she can.
She's been doing that ever since I got here.
"I'm finished." My fingertips slowly push the application closer to her when I discreetly wipe my hand from using her pen. Me plus sick, is a no. "My cell phone's good to use for getting in contact with me."
"Ugh." This middle aged blonde with heavy mascara and some wrinkles waves her hand. "You don't have to worry about this. It's pretty much a done deal. More or less you're hired until we find a reason to fire you. So uh, you filled out part time employment request. You want weekends off and on call duties." She sniffs hard before scanning my paper again. "Expected as much. Your payment's gonna be 8 dollars an hour. That ok with you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Anything I should know? Like, anything?" She puts down the paper to open another cough drop and leave the wrapper on her metal desk.
"Hm. No not really. I'm just a high school student so daytime hours aren't good for me, I know I'm not giving a lot to work with, but I'd be fine doing night shifts. Half the night if you need. And on some days after school. I'm usually out by 5." I lie.
"5? Isn't that a little late?"
"I do special volunteer work." That's not a total lie. I mean, I will have to train so that's sort of volunteer. With my schedule consisting of school, training, studying, and now this, I can't help it; I'm lying to buy at least some extra time with Chandler after school and before work.
I guess we'll have to find a happy balance.
For a few days at least, he'll work on the stuff he missed last week and I'll be here meanwhile.
Seeing much less of him makes me depressed though, seriously.
I'm not even sure though how long I should keep this job. I have about 200 dollars right now, there's always the allowance mom and dad insist on giving me, but I want to use my own money. Chandler's probably going to do that too with his model work paychecks so I think it'd be good for me to do this on my own accord.
I have no clue what to get him, maybe if we go shopping together and browse around this weekend it'd be a plan, but I'd like to be covered in case I need 300 dollars or something.
Though that's actually a little ridiculous.
Fvck, what can I get him that's totally unique?
Man, I wish I was an artist or something creative, then I'd have a clue.
"Well, 2 hours every day after school unless I need you on the night shift for 2 to 5 hours. Fair?"
"Yes. Sure."
"You can start next week unless you want to start tomorrow."
"Tomorrow if that's ok."
"Okay. I'll have one of our people print out a schedule for you. No big shi-Ah-choo! Fvck this cold! You son of a b1tch!"
Bite my cheek so I won't laugh. Not even if it's just a little bit.
"Ok! Sage, come in tomorrow at 5:30 and leave at 7:30. You'll have your schedule by then."
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The Older We Get
FanfictionLittle town, little events. Sage Marie Andrews has always been the dirty blonde, easy going tom boy of the small town Vernon Oaks that has everyone knowing everyone, gossip to beat the mailing system and a slightly stereotypical set of girls and gu...