Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 6, 2019 13:20:40 GMT -8
Once again Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, found himself wandering the city streets of South City with the goal of finding yet another odd job he could do to help his fellow pickled Saiyans with their day to day lives and help the people of South City who had so generously taken in he and the other thirty or so Saiyans which were stranded in this strange time and space thanks to having been cryogenically frozen for who knew how long. Of course they had the means to find out eventually how long it had been, but that was neither here nor there, and certainly not a matter for the here and now.
As he strolled through the sunny streets of the skyscraper and palm tree infested city, he stopped at one of the many sidewalk attached vending machines and got himself a spicy cherry soda pop and a copy of the day's newspaper before walking to the nearest park. As he sat down on the bench, he popped the cap of the soda and took a sip before flipping the newspaper to the classifieds and began to read them.
He began to read through it, from ads for Pilaf Land jobs and careers at the park for those who were interested to people asking for help with their ostrich chickens- what was an ostrich chicken? To people offering jobs for people who wanted to get jobs at the fisheries employed by the canneries, to dam building.
He continued to sip his drink as he thought of the possibilities and what his own skill set would provide to those jobs, as well as what he could use as physical training and then he decided on the most obvious of those which would allow him to use skills which he already possessed and also push himself physically. He headed towards the offices of the Dam Builders who were going to be building on an isolated island known as Guava Island, south-by-southwest from Papaya Island.
Instead of running to the office though, he did what a normal denizen of South City would do, and took the bus, as well as the subway, then the bus again before he finally got to the location. It took more time to get there, but he arrived without looking like a sweating monkey or an unwashed heathen who was trying to find a job but not bothering to think of first impressions.
The offices themselves were on a small lot with a series of glorified trailers or cargo containers converted into a five story building, and with barbed wire and ditches around its sides, with the majority of the acreage of the lot taken up by construction vehicles and with security guards blocking every entrance.
The dark brown haired Saiyan walked up to the one of the security guards who looked like they were in charge and waved. “Hello.”
“How can we help you today, sir?” the security guard chief said curtly.
“I saw advertisements in the classified jobs section of the newspaper.” the Saiyan former farm boy responded without any hesitation.
“Do you have any licenses to drive construction vehicles and operate them?” The guard chief responded with, before walking to a nearby podium and pulling out a piece of paper, a pen, and a clipboard- then handing the three items to Cayle. “Fill this out and we'll return it to the bosses. There's not much demand for unskilled labor for them at the moment, as that advertisement has worked really well. So just fill it out and then we'll get back to you.”
Cayle stood there filling it out, taking longer than what he might otherwise do because he was making sure to use the Human- or rather Earthling, letters for words and not the Tuffle ones which he had been forcibly taught when he was younger. It took at least ten minutes of reading, re-reading, and pondering before he was done filling it out and returned it to the security guard chief, who to his credit did not look at the filled out application himself, instead doing as he promised and heading past the gate and into the building made of cargo containers, heading in to turn it in.
A tense silence sat between Cayle and the security guards as they all stood there, waiting for the return of the security guard chief and possibly one of the HR members or foremen. One, two, three, four, five, six, all the way until twenty minutes had passed, and then the security chief returned along with a woman in a purple business get-up.
The security guard chief escorted her to the gate and through it, before standing between her and Cayle Pota as she spoke.
“I'm sorry, Mister Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, son of Potaset Potaset.. but we aren't exactly looking for people who haven't had more than one job, and that job at a restaurant. We need strong workers, and skilled workers, because we need people who can operate power tools and heavy construction equipment to help promote the construction of the dams which we are attempting to build across the South Islands to help promote clean, fresh drinking water as an easy commodity to be had by all of those regions and to prevent drought in others. We've got a contract from the World Government to do this on over a hundred islands in the Southern Islands region of the world, and we can't hire too much unskilled labor because that'd slow us down... so we're going to have to decline your application.”
Cayle frowned at that, and at the word unskilled. It seemed insulting, even from an Earthling standpoint, and so he proceeded to hop the fence in one shift of his weight on his toes before walking to one of the heavy construction vehicles and forcing the security chief and the human resources woman to follow him at least with their eyes as he did it. Without a word, he walked over to the excavator and under it's scoop before moving under its cab and squatting down. Without a word said he dead lifted the construction vehicle above his head and breathed twenty times as he held it over his head before putting it back down and walking back over towards them.
“As you can see, you guys shouldn't judge people by the cover of their books or whatever the saying is.. I'm not unskilled by any means, and I don't need to know how to pilot one of these vehicles to know how to construct things. Have you ever built a stream dam by hand? I have.”
Of course it was when he was nearly six years old and it was with the help of his father, but it had provided the Pota Clan with many delicious fish and fresh water to keep their plants irrigated with.
“Okay... you're hired. You're practically two of those heavy construction vehicles by yourself, if you are what you seem. That was like out of that movie Kakarot, or something! Even though that's a fictionalized movie that is only based on a life story but fictionalized in places to make it a more entertaining fantasy for those of us watching it.” the Human Resources woman said, before dusting her suit off.
“The next ferry to Guava Island leaves in three hours. It's a twelve hour at a time shift. Make sure to get some rest and eat something, Mister Pota.” the woman said before heading back into the building and being followed by the security chief. A few more minutes passed and Cayle walked through the gate of the fence to be followed by the Chief giving him a packet of credentials, as well as a hard hat and safety vest which he would be expected to wear while on duty at the construction site.
So Cayle headed to the Taco King headquarters to rest up and get what the cooks were now calling the 'Cayle special' which with their accents confused some people into thinking it was some sort of Kale salad and had made some health freaks foolishly order it.
He ate the variety pack which included nearly every dish that the headquarters restaurant offered and then he sat there sipping soda and water as he waited for the time and relaxed, at one point chatting with Carlos Alfonso and the Sous Chef about his thoughts on the food and just shooting the breeze. Even having one of the cooks as if Cayle could help him 'move', which the others had to further explain meant move his possessions from one abode to another place of living.
Cayle agreed to help his friend, of course, and then headed towards the vast docklands region of the South City, to catch the ferry to Gauva Island and get his adventure in dam building done. Traveling to the Docklands district of the city took him about fifteen minutes on foot thanks to his considerable walking speed.
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As he strolled through the sunny streets of the skyscraper and palm tree infested city, he stopped at one of the many sidewalk attached vending machines and got himself a spicy cherry soda pop and a copy of the day's newspaper before walking to the nearest park. As he sat down on the bench, he popped the cap of the soda and took a sip before flipping the newspaper to the classifieds and began to read them.
He began to read through it, from ads for Pilaf Land jobs and careers at the park for those who were interested to people asking for help with their ostrich chickens- what was an ostrich chicken? To people offering jobs for people who wanted to get jobs at the fisheries employed by the canneries, to dam building.
He continued to sip his drink as he thought of the possibilities and what his own skill set would provide to those jobs, as well as what he could use as physical training and then he decided on the most obvious of those which would allow him to use skills which he already possessed and also push himself physically. He headed towards the offices of the Dam Builders who were going to be building on an isolated island known as Guava Island, south-by-southwest from Papaya Island.
Instead of running to the office though, he did what a normal denizen of South City would do, and took the bus, as well as the subway, then the bus again before he finally got to the location. It took more time to get there, but he arrived without looking like a sweating monkey or an unwashed heathen who was trying to find a job but not bothering to think of first impressions.
The offices themselves were on a small lot with a series of glorified trailers or cargo containers converted into a five story building, and with barbed wire and ditches around its sides, with the majority of the acreage of the lot taken up by construction vehicles and with security guards blocking every entrance.
The dark brown haired Saiyan walked up to the one of the security guards who looked like they were in charge and waved. “Hello.”
“How can we help you today, sir?” the security guard chief said curtly.
“I saw advertisements in the classified jobs section of the newspaper.” the Saiyan former farm boy responded without any hesitation.
“Do you have any licenses to drive construction vehicles and operate them?” The guard chief responded with, before walking to a nearby podium and pulling out a piece of paper, a pen, and a clipboard- then handing the three items to Cayle. “Fill this out and we'll return it to the bosses. There's not much demand for unskilled labor for them at the moment, as that advertisement has worked really well. So just fill it out and then we'll get back to you.”
Cayle stood there filling it out, taking longer than what he might otherwise do because he was making sure to use the Human- or rather Earthling, letters for words and not the Tuffle ones which he had been forcibly taught when he was younger. It took at least ten minutes of reading, re-reading, and pondering before he was done filling it out and returned it to the security guard chief, who to his credit did not look at the filled out application himself, instead doing as he promised and heading past the gate and into the building made of cargo containers, heading in to turn it in.
A tense silence sat between Cayle and the security guards as they all stood there, waiting for the return of the security guard chief and possibly one of the HR members or foremen. One, two, three, four, five, six, all the way until twenty minutes had passed, and then the security chief returned along with a woman in a purple business get-up.
The security guard chief escorted her to the gate and through it, before standing between her and Cayle Pota as she spoke.
“I'm sorry, Mister Cayle Pota, son of Pota Potaset, son of Potaset Potaset.. but we aren't exactly looking for people who haven't had more than one job, and that job at a restaurant. We need strong workers, and skilled workers, because we need people who can operate power tools and heavy construction equipment to help promote the construction of the dams which we are attempting to build across the South Islands to help promote clean, fresh drinking water as an easy commodity to be had by all of those regions and to prevent drought in others. We've got a contract from the World Government to do this on over a hundred islands in the Southern Islands region of the world, and we can't hire too much unskilled labor because that'd slow us down... so we're going to have to decline your application.”
Cayle frowned at that, and at the word unskilled. It seemed insulting, even from an Earthling standpoint, and so he proceeded to hop the fence in one shift of his weight on his toes before walking to one of the heavy construction vehicles and forcing the security chief and the human resources woman to follow him at least with their eyes as he did it. Without a word, he walked over to the excavator and under it's scoop before moving under its cab and squatting down. Without a word said he dead lifted the construction vehicle above his head and breathed twenty times as he held it over his head before putting it back down and walking back over towards them.
“As you can see, you guys shouldn't judge people by the cover of their books or whatever the saying is.. I'm not unskilled by any means, and I don't need to know how to pilot one of these vehicles to know how to construct things. Have you ever built a stream dam by hand? I have.”
Of course it was when he was nearly six years old and it was with the help of his father, but it had provided the Pota Clan with many delicious fish and fresh water to keep their plants irrigated with.
“Okay... you're hired. You're practically two of those heavy construction vehicles by yourself, if you are what you seem. That was like out of that movie Kakarot, or something! Even though that's a fictionalized movie that is only based on a life story but fictionalized in places to make it a more entertaining fantasy for those of us watching it.” the Human Resources woman said, before dusting her suit off.
“The next ferry to Guava Island leaves in three hours. It's a twelve hour at a time shift. Make sure to get some rest and eat something, Mister Pota.” the woman said before heading back into the building and being followed by the security chief. A few more minutes passed and Cayle walked through the gate of the fence to be followed by the Chief giving him a packet of credentials, as well as a hard hat and safety vest which he would be expected to wear while on duty at the construction site.
So Cayle headed to the Taco King headquarters to rest up and get what the cooks were now calling the 'Cayle special' which with their accents confused some people into thinking it was some sort of Kale salad and had made some health freaks foolishly order it.
He ate the variety pack which included nearly every dish that the headquarters restaurant offered and then he sat there sipping soda and water as he waited for the time and relaxed, at one point chatting with Carlos Alfonso and the Sous Chef about his thoughts on the food and just shooting the breeze. Even having one of the cooks as if Cayle could help him 'move', which the others had to further explain meant move his possessions from one abode to another place of living.
Cayle agreed to help his friend, of course, and then headed towards the vast docklands region of the South City, to catch the ferry to Gauva Island and get his adventure in dam building done. Traveling to the Docklands district of the city took him about fifteen minutes on foot thanks to his considerable walking speed.
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