"Hiring! Now Hiring!
Trinidad's Finest Hospital!
Need "Nurses". Hiring anybody who will be willing to work late shifts.$12 an hour!Our patients can't WAIT to meet you! Come join our team!~Phone number~~Address~"
This is the flier Miles saw on the way home,pinned up on a pin board. He read over it for a moment before grabbing it and walking home. Miles isn't exactly financially stable, he has trouble staying up on his feet, often having to ask his parents for help with his groceries or bills. Miles sat at his old, rickety table, setting the flier down and pulling out his phone and calling the number.
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"Hello?" A lady on the other end stated happily. A hint of glee and pure joy obvious in her voice. She sounded like an older woman.
"Hi. Hello. Oh gosh!" Miles stuttered out nervously and let out a small chuckle as he tried pulling himself together. He was so excited.
"Take your time, love," she chuckled softly as she waited for him to calm down.
"Yes, well, I saw a flier for your hospital and I was wondering if it would be possible for me to apply?" he said gleefully, full of hope. He really needed a win right now, and he was desperate.
The older woman gasped, it sounded like she nearly lost her grip on the phone, "Of course!" she exclaimed quickly. "We can have you here by tomorrow! Email me your info!"
Miles' smile just widened, he was holding back a happy squeal. "Of course, ma'am! Right away" he said between little giggles, trying to contain himself though. His first job, boy he couldn't wait.
Who knows what's in store for Miles tomorrow.
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