Unintentional Compact disc

Chapter 2- Job

On top is the image of the rented place. It looks big, but just imagine it being a little cramped up.

Also, add an extra window behind the sofa.

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Unintentional Compact Disc- Chapter 2

Do not start with me, when it comes to dust.

I plop down on the dust-free sofa. It took me two whole days to get this place up and running. After clearing some unnecessary objects and giving this place a good mop, the real colours of the place started to show.

The tiles were a lighter shade of brown, perfectly pairing with the sofa and the walls.

I wonder why nobody bought this place.

I sat up straight and grabbed my phone. Scrolling through job boards I try finding one that would give me good money.

Money is important honey.

But unfortunately, most of them needed degrees that I didn't possess.

I scroll and scroll and scroll till I found one.

Mary Day Care Center.

Easy peasy. What could go wrong?

I double tapped on the attached form making two forms pop up; the second one was just a precaution if the first one didn't open. Wasting absolutely no time I filled it up as quick as I could.

That's one down, two more to go.

Dressing up, I close the door behind me and walk down the stairs.

It's about time I bought some fresh vegetables and fruits.

Strolling round in the city that never slept. I head to the nearest supermarket.

New York's Mart

It read outside in bold funny letters.

It had everything I needed.

Right around the corner stood a tiny departmental store. I desperately needed new pair of clothes for if and when I was going to work. It was not Pricy, and I didn't need anything pretty. Just something or anything that would suffice.

I walk back home with bags hanging off each side. All of a sudden my phone went off, startling me and making me drop a bag on the ground.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello. Is this Elizabeth Jane Taylor?" A high-pitched voice replied.

"Yes, Elizabeth speaking."

"Oh dear, this is Mary from the Day Care Center."

I gasped.

Imma getting the job baby!

"Yes", I said after clearing my throat "ma'am?"

"Do you mind-" the old voice was cut off as I overheard 'that's not how it's done ma' before the new voice took over.

"Hello. My name is Jace speaking from Mary Day Care center. I assume you are Elizabeth. We would like you over tomorrow at sharp 3 in the afternoon for a personal interview. Don't be late or you'll lose the job before you even get it." A masculine deep voice with a slight British accent was evident as the man spoke.