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And endless debts and bills to pay...
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christianmedinamusicChristian found the ad while searching for gigs. Money was tight and the nest egg from his summer job was looking lean. When he came across the ad looking for an administrative assistant, his eyebrow furrowed. It wasn't the perfect job - but then he saw it was an overnight shift.
What the hell kind of company has an overnight administrative assistant? he thought as he pulled his blazer out of his backpack. He shook it out and frowned at the wrinkle. A T bathroom wasn't the best place to prep for a job interview, but it was cleaner than the gas station.
Chris booked it out of the bathroom after attempting one last time to tame his hair. Shrugging, he shoved his hat back onto his head, hoping that whoever was hiring would think that his impromptu blazer, khaki, and dress shirt interview outfit would think it was quirky and outside the box. He could hear his father's voice in his head tsk-ing him for not bringing his suit up to college with him. Cringing, he shook his head to quell the judgmental Spanglish and checked his phone for the address.
Looking up, Christian realized he was at the place. A shiver traveled up his back and radiated through his body. It was super creepy, but hey, it was a job. The twilight didn't help his nerves and he cleared his throat as he walked up to the front door. Shaking himself all over like he was shaking it out before a performance, Christian rolled his shoulders, shouldered his bag, and knocked.
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What the hell kind of company has an overnight administrative assistant? he thought as he pulled his blazer out of his backpack. He shook it out and frowned at the wrinkle. A T bathroom wasn't the best place to prep for a job interview, but it was cleaner than the gas station.
Chris booked it out of the bathroom after attempting one last time to tame his hair. Shrugging, he shoved his hat back onto his head, hoping that whoever was hiring would think that his impromptu blazer, khaki, and dress shirt interview outfit would think it was quirky and outside the box. He could hear his father's voice in his head tsk-ing him for not bringing his suit up to college with him. Cringing, he shook his head to quell the judgmental Spanglish and checked his phone for the address.
Looking up, Christian realized he was at the place. A shiver traveled up his back and radiated through his body. It was super creepy, but hey, it was a job. The twilight didn't help his nerves and he cleared his throat as he walked up to the front door. Shaking himself all over like he was shaking it out before a performance, Christian rolled his shoulders, shouldered his bag, and knocked.
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