Job Hunting 1

Chris: Okay… Butcher… Ew. Definitely a no. 

Roméo: What are you doing? 

Chris: Job hunting.

Roméo: Again?

Chris: Well, you may have noticed that I still don’t have a job.

Roméo: I thought your job was to take care of me.

Chris: No, I’m taking care of you because I’m a masochist, and because nobody else will.

Roméo: Right. So what do you have so far?

Chris: Butcher.

Roméo: Ew, gross.

Chris: My thoughts exactly.

Roméo: What about this one? They’re looking for a cook, no experience or diplomas needed.

Chris: I hate cooking.

Roméo: But you’re always baking cakes.

Chris: No I’m not, and it’s not the same thing. I bake chocolate cakes to eat them. I’m not a cook. Plus, I don’t think setting their kitchen on fire would get me a gold star.

Roméo: Probably not. What about this one? Hair dresser…

Chris: No way. I can barely do my hair correctly.

Roméo: Well, you know what they say about doctors being the worst patients. It works for hair dressers too.

Chris: Ah yes. But no, I’m still not interested in listening to old women’s gossip all day long. I already have to listen to you bitching all day long.

Roméo: That’s not true, I don’t bitch, I… I strongly express my opinion.

Chris: Right. I’m tired of this, let’s go watch CSI instead.

Roméo: I thought you’d never ask!