We Want Work
I like this idea. A collective of job hunters get together to pitch themselves locally without having to rely on agencies etc. There could be a market for one of these in every city.
We Want Work
I’ve almost beaten the block, but I’m still putting off stuff I really should do. Must complete my tax return.
They knew many languages, and had the skills to learn new ones rapidly. The one they used now involved hand signals. �The walls are very strange.� He signed, �I haven�t found evidence of any microphones yet, but we have to be careful.�
�How strange?� signed Bobb.
�Cold and clammy, even through the wood cladding. And there are bits that are colder than others, like they were being deliberately cooled.�
�We need to get out of here,� Sheel asserted, �before they check our story.�
�I can trace our steps back to where the flying boat landed. But I don�t know what would be there.�
�We need to get our hands on some metal to work with.� Bobb pointed out. The only time they saw metal was the cutlery at meal times, and they were watched as they ate by a rating who tried to stare at Sheel�s breasts.
�I wonder how the others are getting on.� Gim pondered.
�If they�re not dead.� Bobb replied lazily.