Did she think that at the age of twenty and eight she would be homeless, jobless, and basically begging for any form of job she can get to keep her off the street? No, that was not how she pictured her future. But when has she ever gotten anything she wanted? Charity walked into the hotel she was recommended to, muttering prayers under her breaths he hoped that this would finally be it. If she didn't get this job then she would seriously begin to consider getting on a fishing boat with smelly men for months on end.
"Can I help you?"
"Good day, my name is Charity Sweeney and I am here for the waiter position. Miss Baker recommended me for the position" she said, wringing her arms in anticipation.
"Oh, miss Baker eh? You're late, go change we are about to open we have very important guests here today" the rotund man with a balding scalp said handing her back her file.
Charity blinked at the man, "does that mean I get the job?"
