Villains Don't Date Heroes! by Mia Archer

Author:Mia Archer [Archer, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-17T23:00:00+00:00

23

New Job

"I'm sorry Miss… Terrare?"

"It's Terror," I said with a smile. “It's pronounced just how it's spelled."

The human resources drone shuffled some papers uncomfortably on her desk and pointedly didn't look at me. "I see. That's an… interesting name."

If this was a real job interview I'd be worried right about now. The way she barely glanced over my resume, the derisive sniff as she looked at my nonexistent qualifications, the way her lips compressed into a line and frowned. No, if this was the real thing I'd be screwed.

It was a good thing for me this wasn't the real thing. This HR drone just didn't know it yet.

I glanced around the small office. I couldn't believe this was something I'd actually aspired to once upon a time. A tiny postage stamp of a room with a window open because the air-conditioning was so ancient that it rarely reached the sad little vent on the other side of her desk.

The building was probably built back in the '20s, maybe even older, and there was so little space that papers and books were piled high all around the desk.

The life of a starving academic. Four years of undergrad. A few years working on your Masters and PhD. And then if you were lucky you got to spend the back half of your life in an office barely half the size of the cramped dorm room you spent so much time in trying to get the office in the first place.

And was this lady teaching? Doing research? Adding something of value to society and academia as a whole?

Nope. Administration. She was stuck doing HR because the journalism department probably didn't trust someone without a doctorate with the academically challenging task of hiring adjunct faculty. A job she could've done with half the education and less than half the student loans if she was in the private sector. A job that would've paid much better in the private sector too.

No, I was very glad I’d decided to take a different path in my career.

"Well Miss Terror," the woman said. "I thank you for taking the time to come down here, but we haven’t even advertised this position yet and honestly you don't have any skills, degrees, certifications, or job experience that would make you remotely qualified to be an adjunct instructor for a journalism course. In fact, I'm still trying to figure out how your resume even made its way across my desk."

It made its way there thanks to liberal application of teleportation, that’s how. Not that I was going to explain that to her. I didn’t expect a journalism Phd turned human resources drone to understand the intricacies of teleportation.

So I didn’t bother getting into it. Better to talk about why I was totally qualified for this job.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said. "I just figured you might be in need of some help quickly seeing as how Professor Benton ended up quitting after he found that winning lottery ticket in his interdepartmental mail."

The woman sat my resume down and peered at me over her half-moon spectacles.

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