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The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every other employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday when she began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job this time; she’d learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long ago. This time she had promised herself to take anything offered to her, anything from file clerk to dishwasher.
She read down line after line of qualifying questions, and reluctantly checked “none” for each of the areas of previous experience desired. And why not–there was no reason to think that this agency would be any different from the ten or twelve–she’d lost count–that had already turned her down. Oh, not in so many words, of course; agencies have a way of saying no without actually saying it. But that “we’ll call you or drop you a card if anything comes up” is more than adequate.
This agency had advertised for cocktail waitresses, and though she had never had any experiences there either, it certainly did not seem too difficult, and Mr. Bondman had told her on the telephone when she answered the ad that sometimes they considered girls without experience as trainees. At less salary, of course, but at this point, salary was the least of Ginny’s worries.
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