Sweet Till The End

6 - First Day at Work

So, I was in a pickle. Or, not really. It's more like I was in a cucumber because I knew what I had to do but I just didn't want to do it. It wasn't as bad as being in a pickle – cucumbers are much nicer.

Basically, I was running low on money. I've kind of always been low on money. I have no idea how I had enough for college. So now I had to get a job. The thing is, I do want a job but I hate the process of getting a job. It was just too boring and tiring at the same time.

It was a quiet afternoon as I sat at my desk in my room, typing away on my computer and searching for jobs. I had an early class today but my friends had late classes so they were still in class. I scrolled down a website full of job ads. I was looking for a small job to do during university to get money and then I would upgrade to my life-time job later.

Babysitting? No. Cleaning? No. Swim instructor? No. Poop cleaner? What the hell? No way.

It was hard finding a good job that was nearby and paid well. It probably would've been easier to walk around town and look for 'Hiring Now' signs but why do that when you can find jobs online in your comfortable room while eating a nice slice of strawberry cake? I picked up the spoon from the plate without looking and put it in my mouth. What? There's no more cake left. Darn it.

Knock, knock.

"Come in!" I called to the person at the door.

The door knob jiggled but didn't open.

"It's locked!" a voice replied and it was Jellal.

Of course the door was locked. I wasn't stupid enough to leave it unlocked for strangers to come in. But I also wasn't getting up to unlock it. My chair was really comfortable and I wanted to stay on it until I needed to pee or if there was a fire in the room.

"Too bad. Wait until one of the other girls get home then," I yelled back.

"I brought strawberry cake," Jellal said.

Strawberry cake? That got my attention. No, he was probably lying.

"I know you think I'm lying but I'm not. You could probably smell it from in there," Jellal continued.

Damn, he knew me well – that was kind of romantic.

Hesitantly, I sniffed the air. Just like Jellal said, there was a faint whiff of strawberry cake wafting in from outside. Most people probably couldn't smell it but my nose loves strawberry cake.

"I already have one," I called back to Jellal, crossing my fingers he wouldn't be able to tell I was lying.

"That's not exactly true, is it? I'm guessing you had one but then you finished it a while ago."

I swore under my breath. How did he know me so well?

"I also brought a chocolate cake," Jellal added.

I spun around on my swivel chair slowly. I would face my desk and my computer, then the door, then my cake-less desk, then the door with cake behind it. That's it. It's decided: I'll open the door for Jellal. I stood up and marched to the door.

"Alright, I'm coming," I told Jellal.

Although he interrupted my job-searching time, I was very happy to see my fiancé. We still haven't got a day for that beach date but I'm sure we'll figure something out. There was only roughly two more weeks until the end of March, which meant two weeks to find a day where we're both available. That proved to be more difficult than it seems because I had lots of work and when I didn't, Jellal did.