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mylittlejamjar2013-04-22 09:12 pm
silverbadge) wrote in mylittlejamjar2013-04-22 09:12 pm
Case File PN-0001: Finance Problem [Visual]
Okay, I'm in a sticky situation now, and I'm not just talking about all the tree sap.
[Karrin's eyes narrow, and even from the two-dimensional image of the scroll, her irritation is tangible.]
So. Much. Tree sap.
I can't possibly be this bad at getting a job. I mean, sure, I've been working at my life calling and career for over two decades, but I have skills beyond being a police officer and martial artist!
Maybe it's been a while since the last time I had to fill out a job application, but it's not like the song and dance really changes - you dress up a bit (still only seen a handful of the natives put on clothing more than once or twice, setting aside that one purple-haired unicorn shopkeeper), talk about your strengths and weaknesses and why you're a perfect fit for the job blah blah blah...
Three kitchen fires. Five glue incidents. Six incidents that ended with ponies getting things stuck in their eyes. Eight incidents that ended in near violence. And no less than fourteen incidents involving tree sap.
[At this point, Karrin reaches over and physically shakes the scroll in vexation. The veins of her eyes are clearly visible.]
HOW, I ASK, DID TREE SAP GET INTO THAT BUCKET OF PAINT!? HOW?!
[Deep, calming breath. The scroll is put down again.]
Anyways, I'm at my wits end, and I can't mooch off of Blossomforth forever - does anyone have any odd jobs for some...-pony... who's down on her luck? I don't have a lot of strength, seeing as how the universe decided it'd be hilarious to stick me in a body even shorter than the one I'm used to, but I work hard and can stick to my guns.
Anybody?
...Any... pony?
[Karrin's eyes narrow, and even from the two-dimensional image of the scroll, her irritation is tangible.]
So. Much. Tree sap.
I can't possibly be this bad at getting a job. I mean, sure, I've been working at my life calling and career for over two decades, but I have skills beyond being a police officer and martial artist!
Maybe it's been a while since the last time I had to fill out a job application, but it's not like the song and dance really changes - you dress up a bit (still only seen a handful of the natives put on clothing more than once or twice, setting aside that one purple-haired unicorn shopkeeper), talk about your strengths and weaknesses and why you're a perfect fit for the job blah blah blah...
Three kitchen fires. Five glue incidents. Six incidents that ended with ponies getting things stuck in their eyes. Eight incidents that ended in near violence. And no less than fourteen incidents involving tree sap.
[At this point, Karrin reaches over and physically shakes the scroll in vexation. The veins of her eyes are clearly visible.]
HOW, I ASK, DID TREE SAP GET INTO THAT BUCKET OF PAINT!? HOW?!
[Deep, calming breath. The scroll is put down again.]
Anyways, I'm at my wits end, and I can't mooch off of Blossomforth forever - does anyone have any odd jobs for some...-pony... who's down on her luck? I don't have a lot of strength, seeing as how the universe decided it'd be hilarious to stick me in a body even shorter than the one I'm used to, but I work hard and can stick to my guns.
Anybody?
...Any... pony?