Beautiful Apparation (Tony Perry FF)

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I put on my favorite beige silk button down with black dress pants. If I was going to do a few interviews today then I had to look the part.

I take one final look in the mirror. My tattoos are clearly visible and although I love them, sometimes I wish they would disappear. It's hard for me to find jobs that accept my tattoos. My last job was at a record store, they let it pass. Hopefully, I don't get that problem today.

"Daryl," I whistled and he ran into my room. "I'm going go be gone for a few hours, okay boy?"

He looked blankly at me. I'm such a weirdo, I know he doesn't understand anything I'm saying. I like to think that he does.

With that I grabbed my car keys and headed out. I could hear Daryl barking once I closed the door. He should be fine, I just hope he doesn't tear anything apart.

I entered my old Mustang and drove off. For some reason I felt like today was going to go well. I know I won't find my dream job but that could wait another day. I needed to get settled here as quickly as possible. Scoring a job would be the perfect start.

My first stop is at a local diner. Being a waitress seems fun. I watch Two Broke Girls nearly all the time and they make the most out of it. Then again that's TV, this is reality.

I parked my car and made my way into the place. It's nearly dead. The theme is vintage. Red and white booths, checkered napkins, the whole deal. For a second I thought I was in a scene of Grease. After scoping it out a little, a waitress approached me.

"Table of one?" She asked.

"No, I actually saw you guys were in need of a new waitress. I'd love to speak to the manager."

She seemed to be observing me. I wasn't going to get this one, her face gave it away.

"I'm sorry but that position was filled in last week."

Lies.

"Okay, thanks anyways."

Making an oath to never eat here.

>>>

My next stop was a clothing store at the mall called Trend. When I got there it was the opposite of the diner, busy. It was hard to tell who was a worker and who wasn't. They all wore girly clothes.

"Hey, are you finding everything okay?" A blonde approached me.

"I'm actually here for a job. There's an opening, right?"

"That's true," she smacked on her gum.

"So who do I talk to about that?" I asked getting a little impatient.

"Me," she stated.

Before I could respond, she cut me off. "Your first task will start now, go fold those clothes over there that those girls destroyed, we'll talk after."

I didn't question her, only obeyed. It was easy obviously, although some girls were rude enough to fuck it up again after I was done folding them. When I finished I went back to the same girl.

"I fini-"

"Listen, you seem like a good worker but if you really want this job, consider long sleeve shirts."

She can't be serious.

"Sorry, but we're in San Diego. I'd probably die of heatstroke walking from the parking lot to here. Guess I'll find some other place," I rolled my eyes before exiting the store.

I just did her dirty work and didn't even get a job for it, what a snob. Making another oath to never shop there, their clothing makes me want to barf anyways.