<TheAvenue> Yeah.

<TheAvenue> Sorry about that.

<RStephens> Not your fault.

<TheAvenue> Yeah, I know, but still.

<TheAvenue> I'll find you something.

<TheAvenue> Anyway, I gotta go, duty calls.

<RStephens> Have a nice day.

She starts looking things up on the internet – presumably there are job sites and things, could be a good idea for her to look herself.

There indeed are some! Most jobs don't require you to leave your house, and the ones that do pay correspondingly better. There are also the suggestions Hollister gave her when she left Orientation.

… She'll look into the secretary job?

Here's an ad for it. The interview can be done via video or in person, although the former is preferred.

She doesn't really have anything prepared. Or know what to say.

She looks around a bit more to see what sorts of skills they might want. If she's a secretary does she need to be on-site, will they just be doing video-calls to interact with her, what?

Just video-calls, she will need to pick up the phone and be polite and organized and know some math and spreadsheets—they don't have Microsoft Excel here but something similar that can read those file formats—and that kinda stuff.

That doesn't sound too hard to deal with…

She looks the company up online a bit, tries to get a picture of their reputation.

It's a publicity company, not the biggest but going okay, has been growing a lot these past couple of years, nothing obviously unobjectionable about it, tends to focus on food and medicine ads.

Medicine ads like for drugs?

Yep.

Well, she's not super thrilled about ads for drugs on, like, TV, but she doesn't have particularly strong qualms against working for such a company and it's not even clear that's the type of publicity they mean…

It's mostly website ads. Is she going to apply?

… She is, yes.

Good. She has an interview in three days.

Oh, wonderful! (Ish. Probably.)

She does not really have much money, though, so in the meantime she will be rationing herself.

The following day she gets a message.

<GenderBender> Yo.

<RStephens> What's up?

<GenderBender> Hollister set me up as a sort of aide at D.o.R.

<GenderBender> How're you doing?

<RStephens> Got caught in the accident, actually!

<RStephens> And I was driving this guy – taxi cab – and he seems to be a bit of a dick.

<GenderBender> Seriously?

<GenderBender> Are you alright?

<GenderBender> And why a dick?

<RStephens> I'm fine, yeah, mostly. And he is suing the company so I am out of a job.

<GenderBender> Wow what a jerk.