He grins. "Anyway, the receptionist has your documents and stuff, so if you want that one just tell her."

"Where would the secretarial job be? Same for customer service?"

"You'd work from home for both."

"What company or companies? Is it shady, do I not want to go work there because they have a horrible reputation for employee treatment or something…?"

"What? No, I wouldn't get a job like that for you! The secretarial job is for some manager at a marketing company, customer service you'd be dealing with customers calling you about their computers for a local electronics company."

"Oh, huh." Pause. "If in a week's time I decide I don't like whatever I pick, do you think I can swap, or…?"

"Uh, maybe. You'd have to talk to your employer about it."

Nod. "I think the cab driver job could be good to – get me a look around the city? And this is probably only temporary anyway, so getting more money is better…"

"That's the spirit!"

"Thanks."

So Hollister leaves her to check out of the motel.

She does that, and after a small amount of dithering, does in fact pick the job as a cabbie.

It's probably going to be quite a learning curve.

Is Sadde around, for her to get their contact details? Just, you know, in case.

Yeah! Contact deets!

Then Rachel fetches her few items from her room, gets her new address, and to her new place she goes.

They ironically call her a cab.

That motel was shabby. Her building is... whatever shabby becomes after fifteen years and a punch in the gut. The building has fifteen stories, but the elevator has thirty buttons, and the landlord explains only the odd ones take to real floors—except for the twenty-third, which doesn't actually exist.

Okay, well, at least she has accommodation, she supposes?

She thanks the landlord and makes her way to her room.

Her apartment is small, containing only one bedroom and a kitchen area rather than a proper kitchen, and largely unfurnished: a couple of chairs, no sofa, nothing electronic, a desk in her bedroom and the plainest of double beds, a small wardrobe, a mostly empty bathroom.

At least she has her phone! She'll just have to go shopping with the small funds that she has and then with her paycheck after her first… week, or month, or something of work.

On Monday, she has to show up at the local DMV.

She does so! She even has her old license in case they want to see that for some reason, and she is ready to… take a test or whatever.

Actually she will need to take some driving lessons.

… Right, okay.

She still remembers a lot of the trival things called 'important' from when she learnt on Earth? How to check tire pressure, oil, coolant, that sort of thing? And she remembers the road laws – she does in fact know how to drive legally – assuming they're similar-ish…

Similar-ish, yes, but can she take a 130-degree turn?

Is… does she… why? She, uh, not instantaneously if it's an emergency thing? Or if, just, you know, like a skew T-junction, with a bit of practice… probably?

Good then she will be having this practice, this isn't Earth where roads make sense.