Job Hunting [jacklexington/open]
Nov 1, 2011 13:11:37 GMT -5
Post by Wolfy Molly Trigger Iggy on Nov 1, 2011 13:11:37 GMT -5
Molly was growing desperate. With others now reaching a decent field working age she had begun to have less and less work and she was frightened. Her salary had begun to show what was happening and she began to panic. Between her and her mother's salaries they already had so little to spend. In fact Molly was quite thin now and her clothes were mere rags.
She felt as if she was becoming a mere whisper of what she used to be. If she did not find a new job soon, Molly was afraid that either she or her mother would die from starvation. Things were looking so bleak for the Pendragon women who had no family nor man to care for them. As far as Molly could remember they never had.
Despite being half-starved and bone thin, Molly was a hard worker. She was trying to find some work on one of the ranches. So far she had been turned away by all. Now she had one last ranch to go and she prayed that they would take her on.
Molly walked up to who unmistakably had to be the owner of the ranch and she felt a quiver of nervousness in her stomach. "Excuse me sir," she said nervously, "I was wondering perhaps if you were looking for someone to do some work."
The man looked her over and seemed to be displeased. "Why should I hire a gal who looks as if one good gust of wind would bowl her over?" he said looking down at her.
"I work hard sir please," Molly begged feeling desperate, "The fields are becoming to full and not enough work is to be had. Give me a chance perhaps even a day without pay to prove myself. I won't argue if you decided not to hire me after that."
Molly waited with baited breath and then finally....
"Start with moving the hay bales from over in the north field to the barn," he said cooly.
"Yes sir," Molly said before taking off not paying attention to where she was going. She then bumped into someone and barely kept herself from falling over.
She felt as if she was becoming a mere whisper of what she used to be. If she did not find a new job soon, Molly was afraid that either she or her mother would die from starvation. Things were looking so bleak for the Pendragon women who had no family nor man to care for them. As far as Molly could remember they never had.
Despite being half-starved and bone thin, Molly was a hard worker. She was trying to find some work on one of the ranches. So far she had been turned away by all. Now she had one last ranch to go and she prayed that they would take her on.
Molly walked up to who unmistakably had to be the owner of the ranch and she felt a quiver of nervousness in her stomach. "Excuse me sir," she said nervously, "I was wondering perhaps if you were looking for someone to do some work."
The man looked her over and seemed to be displeased. "Why should I hire a gal who looks as if one good gust of wind would bowl her over?" he said looking down at her.
"I work hard sir please," Molly begged feeling desperate, "The fields are becoming to full and not enough work is to be had. Give me a chance perhaps even a day without pay to prove myself. I won't argue if you decided not to hire me after that."
Molly waited with baited breath and then finally....
"Start with moving the hay bales from over in the north field to the barn," he said cooly.
"Yes sir," Molly said before taking off not paying attention to where she was going. She then bumped into someone and barely kept herself from falling over.
