Kate Fuller. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} katefuller) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs, |
His tone was clipped and matter-of-fact, which almost had the impact of being abrasive, but Kate wasn’t put off by it, though she did wonder if it would get old and fast. Again, no preamble, direct and to the point; all swearing and offering a job without even needing to blink. That was the opposite of just about everything she’d ever been accustomed too—formalities, niceties and southern hospitality. For her sense of her comfort zone (which encapsulated many of these things), she thought she might actually prefer his approach, even if she could never employ it.
And her surprise was not well-masked. Kate wasn’t much of a liar. Being offered a job so off-the-cuff with no formal exchange of resumes or references or even an impromptu interview threw her for a loop. She wanted to press, even if it meant exchanging the would-be dynamics of potential employee and employer, to ask him if he wanted a list of qualifications or a quick run-down of her positive traits, or whatever people did in an interview. Her mouth even opened momentarily to go down this path, but after a moment, her lips shut and pressed into a thin line. If he wanted any of that, he would have asked. After a beat, she nodded. This was what she wanted, after all.
“I can handle it,” she told him. No I think I can or I’ll try my best. Just I’ll do it. If having a potentially abrasive boss was meant to be a potential deterrent, it wasn’t. “I’ll start whenever you need me to. I’m available every afternoon and all day on Saturday and Sunday. The more hours you need someone here, the better.” And she meant it. Any time he had to spare, she’d take. Without the extent of extracurricular activities she’d had back in Texas, Kate had nothing but free time here in La Habra.