Page 70 of Finding London

“Totally,” Paige answers.

“I’m sorry.”

“No biggie. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?”

I squint my eyes toward Paige. “I don’t know if that applies here.”

“Sure it does. So, how’s the job search going?”

“Oh, great!” I bounce up. “I’m done actually.”

“Already?” Paige looks skeptical.

“Yeah, I know. I thought it would take longer, too. But, once I finished my résumé and cover letter, it went quickly.”

“Where’d you apply?”

“Like, eight places—a few online news outlets, a couple of actual newspapers, and a few news stations.”

“Sweet. I hope you get a job as the local traffic girl. That’d be fun, and you’d get to be on TV.” Paige sets the now empty bowl down on the end table next to her.

“No way. I’m not going to be a traffic girl. That’s lame. I want to write about real news.”

“Well, you have to start somewhere.”

“It won’t be with me smiling widely, wearing an entirely too tight pantsuit and loads of makeup, while pointing to a screen where all the places with traffic backups or accidents on I-94 are lit up,” I argue.

“Fine. Who knew you had so many scruples? I just thought you wanted a job.”

“Not just any job. If I’m going to work, I’m going to be doing something that makes me happy even if I have to start off making next to nothing. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about money, and since I’m not desperate, I don’t have to be a trashy traffic girl.”

Paige dramatically leans back. “Yikes, what did traffic girls ever do to you?”

“You know what I mean.” I laugh. “How’s your job search going?”

Paige majored in marketing and wants to work for a promotions company of some sort. I just hope she doesn’t use her backward knowledge of sayings as a foundation for marketing strategies.

“Eh.”

“What does that mean?” I chuckle.

“We’ll see. I’ve been applying. I haven’t had any calls for interviews yet. Hopefully, something comes through.”

“What should we do for the next ten days? I’m depressed just thinking about it.” I sigh.

Creating my résumé, cover letter, and then applying to eight jobs only took up four days of my two Loïc-free weeks. Ten more days seems like an eternity.

“Is that how long you have until Loïc comes back?”

“Yeah.”

“It doesn’t matter. We can do whatever. Neither of us has interviews or anything lined up yet. Maybe we should go somewhere?” Paige suggests.

I nod thoughtfully. “You know my mom has been bugging me to come visit. Maybe I should suggest a girls’ getaway. I don’t want to hang out in Kentucky for a week though. Where do you want to go?”

“Let’s do Vegas. We haven’t been there since I turned twenty-one.”

“So, you mean, in, like, a year?” I chuckle.

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