Help wanted...

 

Once upon a time I was just a normal 20 something college grad looking for a job.  Any job really, you see like everyone else in America I have bills to pay and I also kinda like to eat as well.  Sure I could have asked my Nana for help, but what was the point of moving out of the nest if I ran back to it when things got rough?  I wanted to do this on my own Lil Miss Independent... Yep that’s me!  Anyways back to the main point, so I’m a 20 something college grad desperately looking for a job.  It was getting to the point that I was willing to take anything! And then one day while scouring the ‘help wanted’ section I came across an ad; hallelujah it was a Christmas miracle! It read:

‘Help Wanted:  Small Privately Owned Business seeking able bodied persons for simple product retrievals services.  Candidates for this position must be in good physical shape, and of a sound mind.  Training will be provided to those who qualify, must be able to work independently or with a partner. All persons interested please call Alice Valentine at 031-653-1928’

Sounds harmless enough right? I mean all I would be doing is just {and I quote} ‘simple product retrievals’ and that didn’t sound too bad.  So I called Ms. Alice Valentine and she asked me several generic questions. You know like: What’s your first and last name, do you have a felony?  Have you been arrested in the last year? Will you consent to both a background check and drug test?  Do you have any history of illness or mental illness? Those kinds of things, when I’d answered all her questions Ms. Valentine set up an appointment for a follow up interview.

 Needless to say I was extremely excited; my ramen noodle eating days were officially numbered! I was already picturing myself eating a real meal that included meat! Chicken! Beef! How I missed you both so!! While visions of cows and chickens danced in my head I nearly missed the final question that Ms. Valentine asked me.

“Hello? Miss Franks? Are you still there?” she called bringing me back to earth, I blushed and was glad that I was on the phone. Clearing my throat I blamed a bad cell reception and asked her to kindly repeat what she had just said.

“I asked what your beliefs about paranormal and supernatural events.”

“You mean like ghosts, aliens, and stuff like that?”

“Exactly Miss Franks, what are your views on them?”

Okay seriously that question should have been a major red flag for me.  I should have ended the conversation right then and there resumed my search for a job; because what I didn’t know was just how soon my answer would come back to seriously bite me in the a*s.  I remember blinking at the phone, and thinking to myself {what in the world did that have to do with anything?} It had EVERYTHING to do with it… Trust me. 

“Well…” I began slowly not really sure on what to say, “I hate to sound cheesy but I do believe in the X-Files saying ‘the truth is out there’ There are too many incidents that science and man cannot explain.  Although I’ve never seen a ghost I do believe in them, and if there are aliens in the universe I believe they are entirely too smart to visit the human race.  Let’s face it we’re not all that welcoming to things we don’t understand.” 

I bit my lip nervously when I finished, and prayed that what I said made sense.  My nerves seem to spike even higher when the only response Ms. Valentine gave was a noncommittal, “Hmm I see, interesting way of thinking Miss Franks.  Alright your appointment will be tomorrow at 1pm sharp. Please do not be late and dress business casual.”

She was gone with a prompt ‘click’ before I could even say okay; again another warning sign that I COMPLETELY failed to see.  I was too busy being totally syked about the interview and possible changes to my diet.  I left the coffee house in good spirits and headed directly home, where I spent the remaining evening trying on various outfits for the interview.  In the end I’d settled for a part of simple black slacks, a pair of stylish but comfortable boots with a white blouse that was kinda trendy looking.  I decided to put my hair up in a chic ponytail and wear minimum makeup. With all that done I ate my dinner {ramen noodles again}, showered, shampooed and shaved before going to bed.

Of course tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough for me back then, God you don’t know how I wish I could turn back the hands of time.  I would have told HIM to take his little ‘simple product retrieval’ operation and stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.  But as the old saying goes ‘ignorance is bliss’ or something like that, and by the time I realized what was really going on.  It was too late to turn back, my life has never been the same I walked through those doors; and it probably never will be again.

My name is Sarah Franks, I’m BanSights newest ‘Retrieval Hound’ and this is my story.

Author's Note

please tell me what you think about this, if you like it or if you don't I really want to here! ^_^