Hope by Tyler Terry & Tyler Terry

Author:Tyler, Terry & Tyler, Terry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-05-22T22:00:00+00:00

I leave Kendall with Melanie, who is better at this stuff than me ('They're all bastards' and 'He's not worth it', which seems to be what Kendall needs right now). I go outside, eager for some air in my lungs, away from the all-enveloping gloom.

I can't just sit here, waiting for something to happen. Another week, another month―no. I've got to take action. This is no way to live. I've got to get out, get us all out. Somehow.

I go into the dorm, but I can't stand to be in there, either, so I pick up my tablet and go back out, where I find an empty smoking shelter to park myself in. The smokers are sitting against the wall of the bathroom block, catching the late afternoon rays.

Right. Job sites. I'm going to find a job, any job.

I look at my CV. It's rubbish, because when I wrote it I was too depressed to make myself sound interesting. I'm just amending it when I hear footsteps; I look up. It's a smiling, yellow polo-shirted Becky.

"Hey," she says. "Mind if I join?"

Yes, I do, but it's best to stay on the friendly side of the Beckys and Duncans.

"So what you up to?" She's perky and friendly, but I know it's only a front. I know how they see us. We're the saddos. Not like them, with their Hope Village/Nutricorp logos emblazoned across their chests. Her lanyard tells me her name is 'Raychell'.

"Just amending my CV."

"Great―that's what we like to see, a bit of pro-activity! It's like MoMo says, if you help yourself, the world becomes your very own oyster!"

For Christ's sake. I ignore her.

"Do you want to run any of it past me? I could give you some pointers on how to really sell yourself."

"No thanks." I almost tell her that I don't intend to fill my CV with her stupid stock phrases, and that thousands used to read the words I wrote, every week, but even as I open my mouth to do so, my mind skips forward. They don't any more, though, do they?

"Are you sure?" She twiddles with her lanyard. "When I was interviewed for this job, I was told that my CV really stood out. I actually got a 2:1 in Content Writing from Northampton Uni."

"Yeah, well, you can get a degree in anything these days."

"I know, isn't it great? I just love writing." She leans in. "I'm a self-confessed grammar Nazi, if the truth be told! Can't abide a wrongly-placed apostrophe!"

Give me strength. "Good for you."

"I was thinking of starting a lifestyle blog; my friends say I've got a real gift. I can help you turn those little nuggets of info into attention-grabbing headlines, if you want me to take a look." She gives me a conspiratorial wink. "And I can sort out those pesky little grammar missteps, too!"

"I'm good, thanks."

"So what sort of job are you looking for?" she asks.

I look at her plastic smile and caring expression, and something snaps inside me. "Anything

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.