Hunting

“I can’t promise you anything though.”

Maxim Trevelyan
Writer, Ravenclaw

“Ridiculous,” James groaned as he hit send on his e-mail. He watched as the pop-up message appeared to let him know the e-mail was sent.

With a discouraged sigh, James moved to another tab. He had been job hunting for a while now, six months almost, but despite numerous calls to interviews, he never seemed to make it past that stage. James read over the job description, it was a pretty basic entry job. They were looking for a personal assistant to one of the managers. Looking at the ‘experience required’ section, he groaned.

“Three years for an entry level job?” James exclaimed. Out of frustration, he hit his head on the desk a few times.

Murmuring some unpleasant things about the company under his breath, he asked himself. “How can I get the experience they want if I need a job to give me the experience?” Sighing, James took off his glasses and pinched his nose. He had been writing applications for a few hours today and it was taking its toll on his eyes.

“Pretty messed up, right?” James was shook from feeling sorry for himself by a new voice. He turned to the entrance to his bedroom to find his roommate standing in the doorway. “How it works?” Lance waved his hand towards James’ laptop.

James shrugged and grabbed his cup of coffee to take a sip. However, it was empty, adding another cloud over his head.

“I just need somewhere to work for that isn’t a McDonalds,” he complained. James had been working at a local one for the better part of his college years. “But everything else requires so much experience, even for low level jobs.”

Lance nodded, “I hear you. Listen,” he added, tipping his head a little to the left. “My uncle’s a CTO at a firm that offers cyber security, I can ask him if they have any openings if you want,” Lance offered. “I can’t promise you anything though.”

James felt as if a big weight got lifted from his back. “By this point, I’ll take anything,” he said, rolling away from the desk. “Thanks, man.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. That’s what friends are for, right?” Lance laughed and moved his head towards the front door. “Come on, let’s go for a drink. My treat, yeah?”

James nodded and took his jacket. He was never the one to pass a chance for a free drink.