Psst. Hey, adolescent. You want a short-term holiday job?
Your studies will still be there when you get back.
Psst. Hey, adolescent. You want a short-term holiday job?
Your studies will still be there when you get back.
He is somehow on a ledge, twenty feet up a rock-climbing wall. There are no apparent ways to the ledge except by scaling the rock-climbing wall.
He does not appear very concerned by the winds, or the approaching storm, or his apparent inability to get back down.
Tiger checks around for stairs. There are no stairs.
Tiger starts climbing the wall, realises the error of her ways, and climbs back down again. There's no way she could get back down again afterwards, while also carrying the Vermin Control Officer.
What's a person supposed to do if they fall?
Hit the ground? It's padded. This wall isn't tall enough to require harnesses, according to our safety standards.
If you throw me off this wall, I will never trust you again.
I will run and hide and scream. I will make you bleed if I get the chance.
The only way you'd get me into your carry box after that is by winning a claw fight. My full-time job is winning at claw fights, and you don't even have claws.
What if I tie a rope to the box, climb up with one end, pull the box up, put you in the box, carefully lower it down again, then jump down after?
What if I climb up to just below you, pull the box up with one hand while holding onto the wall, grab you with the other hand, shove you into the box, lose my grip in the process but manage to close it as I fall, land on the padding unevenly but I'm falling a shorter distance and I'll be fine and you're already in the box at that point?
That sounds like an incredibly unpleasant experience to put me through.
I don't think I could work with you after that.
As soon as we get back I'll report you for abuse, harassment, and unprofessional conduct.
I've been working here eight long years, you got here this morning. They'll take my claims more seriously than your rebuttals, and with an employment record as short as yours you'll struggle to get another job this nice again.
I wouldn't be able to fit that on my quadbike.
It'd take too long to walk.
I continue to not be actually qualified to drive a buggy on city streets, yet.
It's already a stretch that I'm allowed to use a quadbike.
A twenty foot ladder, and then carry it back here on foot.
You can get back in a reasonable time if you run.
I bet if you just requisition a buggy, intending to drive it on city streets but not explicitly stating that, your supervisor will give you one and not ask any questions.
They're really lax with the rules here. You'd be surprised the kinds of thing I get away with all the time.
He is a skilled professional. He can hear a leaf russle from a hundred yards. He can smell the fear in his enemies hearts. And he can see the malice in this person's eyes, as she climbs the wall after him.
As soon as she gets within arms reach, he jumps down and darts off.