Assistant Needed!
Mon-Fri 9-7. Some overtime required.
No explanation required.
On the job training available after hiring. Negotiable pay.
Excellent benefits!
Background check will be performed. Professional wear.
Call to set up interview 212-338-8824.
I called the moment I saw the ad in the newspaper, while sitting in the park eating a hotdog from a sketchy street side cart. I had been looking for a job for a month now and the reality of being homeless was creeping up on with faster than i expected.
I've only been living in New York for 6 month and wes working as a nanny until the wife accused me of flirting her husband. She fired me on the spot without even hearing me out. I was more than prepared to blurt out that her husband was actually sleeping with the house keeper that showed up at 10am on the dot, just in time for him to come home for some mid-morning delight. Spanish sex screams and loud grunting would spill down from the master bedroom as i buckled baby Emily in her stroller to go to the park. Hell! if I'd known I'd get fired without a chance, I would have surely had my fill of the man. But honestly, I would never do such a thing. However, it doesn't mean i haven't thought about it.
After booking my interview, I hurried home to my rundown apartment that had been broken into twice. Nothing was ever stolen and that was only because the burglar most likely realized that I have nothing of value. A full size bed doubled as a couch and dining table in the middle of the living room.
My clothes, still in suitcases, because I'm too afraid to put them in the closet where there's dangerous amount of mold. When I moved into the shit hole, I purchased 3 cans of bug spray to fumigate the place, which probably put me in danger of some sort of chemically induced cancer when I'm 40. I'd like to think I got this place for a steal, but that would be a lie. The old pervert landlord took one look at my breasts and cut the price down by $300 when it reality, this place wasn't worth a dime.
Living like a character from Rent, I never planned on falling into this situated. Coming from Mobile, I thought moving here would open up doors to a better life. New York was supposed to be my ticket to a writer, It didn't really matter though. When I arrived in the big city, writer's block came with me.
Sitting on the floor, I rummage through my clothes, searching for whatever exhibited a sense of professionalism. I mean how professional do I have to be to make copies and make coffee for business men who would never learn my name? I've seen international Men Magazine on a cart and I must say, every other page is plastered with a sexy guy in a suit whose jaw line was chiseled by Jesus himself. If I can look at models all day then working there will be a piece of cake.
After I pair an old black skirt and a wrinkled white button down that was going to remain wrinkled from my lack of an iron, I lay them out on the back of the one chair I have sitting in the corner of the room. I don't have any dress shoes so flats will have to do. Ready for my interview, I make my way to the kitchen and grab a pack of crackers and jar of peanut butter butter before flopping down on my bed couch table.
Butter knife in hand, I spread peanut butter on the cracker and enjoy my dinner while listening to music on my phone. I haven't updated my music in 5 months because soon after getting here, My laptop died a painful death. And by painful I mean the charger had a shortage and my laptop caught on fire. I panicked and threw it out the window. With the amount of bug spray fumes lingering in this place, I was not to risk an apartment fire.
After taming my hungry for the night, I chug some water to fill the rest of the empty space. Being broke also means skipping out on buying groceries. Cereal in Alabama is affordable. The price of cereal in New York is insulting. So I stocked up on cheap peanut butter and crackers to last me a few days. I really hope I get this job.