I can has job?
Who: Atthis and Remy
When: Friday, July 5th, afternoon.
Where: Deus Ex Machina
What: Finally getting to that interview That we totally haven't been flaking out on since early May. We promise.
Mapquest had utterly failed her.
As had Google Maps, Yahoo Maps, Bing Maps, and every other internet map site Remy could possibly find. Not to mention the phone book. Nobody knew where Deus Ex Machina was. As far as the internet was concerned, it didn't exist, and try as she might, Remy couldn't remember the other name of the place.
Neither, it seemed, did anyone else. She'd wound up driving to a part of town with more shops than apartments and begun entering stores at random, asking bewildered clerks for directions to some vague place that most of them probably thought only existed in her mind. It certainly didn't help that she had no idea what the shop she was looking for actually sold, and her descriptions of 'something machine of Theos,' and the fact that it was 'run by a kindly woman with a penchant for poetry' weren't too helpful either.
Finally, though, the sun broke through; a random customer overheard her grilling some poor store owner, and mentioned hearing about 'some Greek woman who bought that old hardware store across town.'
So with his direction, she set off once again, only getting lost a few more times before she finally found herself on the doorstep of the elusive little shop. She brushed herself off and took a deep breath, trying to regain at least a little of the excitement she'd felt that morning, when she'd first set out for her first real job interview. Pasting on a smile, she stepped inside, ready for anything.
... Or so she'd thought.
The sudden and complete change of ambiance between the street and the store caught her completely off guard.
"Whoa...."
When: Friday, July 5th, afternoon.
Where: Deus Ex Machina
What: Finally getting to that interview That we totally haven't been flaking out on since early May. We promise.
Mapquest had utterly failed her.
As had Google Maps, Yahoo Maps, Bing Maps, and every other internet map site Remy could possibly find. Not to mention the phone book. Nobody knew where Deus Ex Machina was. As far as the internet was concerned, it didn't exist, and try as she might, Remy couldn't remember the other name of the place.
Neither, it seemed, did anyone else. She'd wound up driving to a part of town with more shops than apartments and begun entering stores at random, asking bewildered clerks for directions to some vague place that most of them probably thought only existed in her mind. It certainly didn't help that she had no idea what the shop she was looking for actually sold, and her descriptions of 'something machine of Theos,' and the fact that it was 'run by a kindly woman with a penchant for poetry' weren't too helpful either.
Finally, though, the sun broke through; a random customer overheard her grilling some poor store owner, and mentioned hearing about 'some Greek woman who bought that old hardware store across town.'
So with his direction, she set off once again, only getting lost a few more times before she finally found herself on the doorstep of the elusive little shop. She brushed herself off and took a deep breath, trying to regain at least a little of the excitement she'd felt that morning, when she'd first set out for her first real job interview. Pasting on a smile, she stepped inside, ready for anything.
... Or so she'd thought.
The sudden and complete change of ambiance between the street and the store caught her completely off guard.
"Whoa...."