Post by Tassle on Feb 10, 2008 20:52:34 GMT -5
(here's to hoping you can apply for two jobs!)
Name: Cody Foster
Age: 19
Do you have any expirience?: Only a scarce amount
If so, what?: He owned and took care of a foal that he bought from a slaughter auction for four months. It died of a pre-existing condition
Job applying for: Stable hand
Why Should we hire you?: Because he needs a job and he will work hard. if he doesn't, he gets killed by his dad
Character's education: He is in eleventh grade and getting C's and D's mostly
Sample Post:
I walked down the barn lazily, my hands shoved into my pockets. Horses nickered from their stalls, begging to be fed. I rolled my eyes. Be patient! I shouted, getting sick of this place. But I had no choice. It was this or reform school. And I definitely was NOT going there. I grabbed a bale of hay I had set out earlier and a bucket of oats. Each horse had a different food schedule that I had to memorize and follow by. Otherwise, I was screwed. Thoroughly and royally screwed. Why'd things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't the horses just eat grass all day? Good Lord.
But I complained in silence. If someone heard me saying this crap, they'd probably go and tell Pop. Then I'd be dead. And I wanted to live to my drinking age. I think. Sighing, I filled stall after stall with the required amount of food. Some horses dove right into their food. They were the smart ones. Some nuzzled my shoulder then calmly ate. They were the stupid, yet somewhat cute, ones. I kind of liked them.
My bucket now empty and hand now bare of hay, I walked back to grab a rake and wheelbarrow. How was it that an animal could eat one ton of food and have it come out as two tons at the other end? It just didn't make sense. But I'm no scientist, so my brother would say I have no right to complain. Neither does he. Look at him. He's rotting in jail, the idiot. And he'll be rotting for another three years. Foolish human.
I didn't let my personal problems get in the way, though. Only my personal desire of getting out of here and experiencing the town, the chicks, the beer. Couldn't do my job drunk, now could I? That would get me killed even quicker.
Job 2[/size]
Do you have any expirience?: technically
If so, what?: He's been to a lot of bars and knows how to mix drinks pretty well
Job applying for: Bartender
Why Should we hire you?: He knows what he's doing and he's pretty good at it, despite his young age.
Sample Post: (do I need this again?)
Name: Cody Foster
Age: 19
Do you have any expirience?: Only a scarce amount
If so, what?: He owned and took care of a foal that he bought from a slaughter auction for four months. It died of a pre-existing condition
Job applying for: Stable hand
Why Should we hire you?: Because he needs a job and he will work hard. if he doesn't, he gets killed by his dad
Character's education: He is in eleventh grade and getting C's and D's mostly
Sample Post:
I walked down the barn lazily, my hands shoved into my pockets. Horses nickered from their stalls, begging to be fed. I rolled my eyes. Be patient! I shouted, getting sick of this place. But I had no choice. It was this or reform school. And I definitely was NOT going there. I grabbed a bale of hay I had set out earlier and a bucket of oats. Each horse had a different food schedule that I had to memorize and follow by. Otherwise, I was screwed. Thoroughly and royally screwed. Why'd things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't the horses just eat grass all day? Good Lord.
But I complained in silence. If someone heard me saying this crap, they'd probably go and tell Pop. Then I'd be dead. And I wanted to live to my drinking age. I think. Sighing, I filled stall after stall with the required amount of food. Some horses dove right into their food. They were the smart ones. Some nuzzled my shoulder then calmly ate. They were the stupid, yet somewhat cute, ones. I kind of liked them.
My bucket now empty and hand now bare of hay, I walked back to grab a rake and wheelbarrow. How was it that an animal could eat one ton of food and have it come out as two tons at the other end? It just didn't make sense. But I'm no scientist, so my brother would say I have no right to complain. Neither does he. Look at him. He's rotting in jail, the idiot. And he'll be rotting for another three years. Foolish human.
I didn't let my personal problems get in the way, though. Only my personal desire of getting out of here and experiencing the town, the chicks, the beer. Couldn't do my job drunk, now could I? That would get me killed even quicker.
Job 2[/size]
Do you have any expirience?: technically
If so, what?: He's been to a lot of bars and knows how to mix drinks pretty well
Job applying for: Bartender
Why Should we hire you?: He knows what he's doing and he's pretty good at it, despite his young age.
Sample Post: (do I need this again?)