Second Purple File

[proudambassador]

This is ludicrous.

I will not be shoved into a room full of people and expected to share a tiny room. No.

I will work. Anything, to get out of this room.

Except I will not work with animals. They are filthy creatures, and I do not like getting dirty. Nor will I clean. I am not the cleaning type, no.

I am also not built for combat. It is not my thing, I think is said. Running, exertion, wastes. All of them.

I know nothing of medicine. That would be a bad fit, yes.

There should be things left? With good housing. I will have my own room. One way or another.

[There's a pause in the writing.]

What, exactly, is left?

Comments

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

[*eyebrow*, but she's trying to be helpful]

I'm sure the journal makers have openings. I just left for Medical, anyway. You get to choose where you live, except for Section 4, and it's not very hard work, although you need patience and a bit of dexterity.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I am dexterous. In most ways. Ambidexterous, even.

Patience... it is a virtue. I do not have many of those, my dear girl. But like with all things, it can be worked at.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Then it should be right up your alley!

I think you've ruled out quite a few of the things people can do for a living, so maybe that is a good idea.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

If I am to be stuck here, I might as make sure I am not stuck doing something I hate, hm?

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course. I'm sorry; that sounded a little too blunt. I wouldn't want a job I couldn't enjoy at least somewhat, either.