Coyote Walking

Looks like I'm jobless again, wouldn't you know?

I really don't want to have to go back to asking 'do you want fries with that?', but maybe that's what I need to do.

Anyway, Thomas, if you still want to tag along while I get a new dress you're welcome, but I'm still buying it.

So, I'm Mercedes Thompson and I need a job. Back home I'm a mechanic - VW's mostly, but I worked on all the German cars. Yes, yes, go ahead, heaven knows I've never heard the 'Mercedes, the Volkswagen mechanic' jokes before.

I know there aren't many cars here unfortunately, but hey, I'm good with my hands and someone pointed out I could probably fix heating and cooling systems or do building maintenance type stuff.

Other than that, I'm very organized (if you ignore my room at home), I have a purple belt in an obscure martial arts form, and, well, a history degree - specializing mostly in European history. Don't ask about the last, I spent enough time arguing with my mother about why I'm not using that degree.

I'm very responsible and have a tendency to do more than I strictly need to do, which I'm told employers tend to like.

Anyway, there's my job plea.


For the rest...

Everyone at the house, thank you for making me feel so welcome.

Kyle, thanks for letting me get some of my nervous energy out by working at Lux the other night.

Robin, thanks for the muffin and the spar.

I'd still rather be home, but everyone's made it a lot easier to be here.