it was late in the afternoon, the 'the blue haring' was still quite empty,
while I was not alone here, it felled lonely with my glass of bourbon.
as I slowly drank my drink clearing my mind of unwanted thoughts
and stress, calming me down.
I grabbed my tablet, checking my facebook account, nothing new I sighed, mail I softly whispered, maybe there..
better do something I'm postponing too long already,
::you are now logged in:: said the website,
colorfully, corporations situated in bretonia with job offers, as I scrolled down the list
hmm, Borderworld Exports, didn't I read an article about them in the union magazine?
application form, well here goes nothing I softly spoke in myself.
- Where was your last place of employment? What experience do you have?
I worked as C/o onboard of a luxery liner for a decade, now got my captain's papers and looking for some new experience.
- To what division are you applying?
Trade, eurh Shipping? something with non-human cargo.
- Why are you interested in working for Border World Exports?
acc. to union magazine you do well to your employees,
and I'm looking for something different then the ol' liner.
- You happen across a Gateway convoy that is under attack by Red Hessians. What do you do and why?
Sure as hell avoid the hessians, but if I was applying for escort then I would try to aid the convoy and then get the heck out of there...
- You encounter a corporate trader of Gallic origin. It croaks mockingly at you. What do you do and why?
ignore it, garlics always croak, perhaps report sighting of it to a local police aka military officer. why? because I'm not a policemen..
- How do you feel about Glaswegian badgers?
eurh, who?
- [b]Were you referred to Bowex by a Bowex) or BMM- employee?
nah, not really.
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