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Room 504, Tuesday Afternoon
Mar. 6th, 2012 01:26 pmWesley was doing something odd today. He was... well, he was using the internet to look for jobs.
It was really rather more difficult than he'd thought it would be; apparently Los Angeles was full of people looking for work, and few of the positions open to someone with a theoretical high school diploma really looked all that appealing. He thought he'd most like something with books, really, which probably made him a lot more similar to Giles than he'd really like to be and that was certainly not something he'd like to think about right now.
Sometime after encountering the nineteenth food service ad, he huffed to himself and muttered with the heaviest sarcasm, "I might as well just ask Cordelia to put me into contact with her acting agent; maybe that would speed this along."
Thank god for the sarcasm there. That would've been a disaster.
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It was really rather more difficult than he'd thought it would be; apparently Los Angeles was full of people looking for work, and few of the positions open to someone with a theoretical high school diploma really looked all that appealing. He thought he'd most like something with books, really, which probably made him a lot more similar to Giles than he'd really like to be and that was certainly not something he'd like to think about right now.
Sometime after encountering the nineteenth food service ad, he huffed to himself and muttered with the heaviest sarcasm, "I might as well just ask Cordelia to put me into contact with her acting agent; maybe that would speed this along."
Thank god for the sarcasm there. That would've been a disaster.
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