>>5450228 >>5450420 >>5450446Well, since you're already in town you may as well drive around and see who's looking for work. Even if your living costs are relatively low, you're gonna need money sooner rather than later after all. While 'fun' expenses could be cut back on there's still, uh, food and tuition and all that. You can't just take out student loans to cover everything.
Your process for scouting for suitable jobs is effectively stopping by anywhere with a help wanted sign, or anywhere you assume would have hours you could pick up- blue collar sort of things- and asking if they have job applications on hand. The general answer is yes, partially because the influx of students always brings in an expected surge in seasonal employment. After asking for a few pertinent pieces of information: hourly wage, expected hours per week, phone number, et cetera, you thank them for their time and tell them you'll get back to them.
Finding the obvious candidates within a reasonable driving distance takes around a couple hours, and with a stop by Walmart afterwards you don't get home until a bit after six in the evening. Unfortunately there's still much else left undone on the job hunting front: seeing if there's any good online listings, checking Craigslist, and going through the pile of job applications now sitting on your dashboard- but at least you've made progress for now. Maybe if you're lucky your college will have something to help with all this.
Upon your return you're greeted with the same dusty, gloomy house as before. Home now, you suppose. Feeling still just a bit unsettled by the place, you hurry around and flip on some lights. The stairways up and down, the living room, kitchen, and even the dining room. A bit much, but it makes the whole place feel much brighter and less... threatening. Or at least that's how you'll justify the expense.
Feeling more comfortable, you next make sure Madness and Folly are both properly fed and watered before getting down to business. First comes unpacking and laying out the kitchenware, followed by simultaneously cooking and figuring out what you need to bring up to your room. By seven the clutter of boxes is looking much more orderly, and chicken and rice fill your stomach. Now you just need to move some more stuff around.
You carry the first box out of the living room and move to the entryway. The front door stands to your left, and both set of stairs to your right. You ascend the one to the second floor, invasive thoughts of your uncle falling down them and landing with a splatter at the bottom bothering you despite the presence of a guardrail. It's only when you do finally make it to the top and flip on the hallway light that you feel a weight leave your mind.
