New Position
Who: Gaeta & Open
What: Job hunting
When: 28th afternoon
Where: Somewhere along Main Street
It had been years since Gaeta was job-hunting. There was a brief stint in high school, between his third and fourth year, where he'd made the attempt and failed miserably. After that it was work-study and internships, and finally the position on Galactica. So, he'd never fully experienced the strain of walking into a place of employment, awkwardly asking the person behind the register if they were hiring.
This resulted in Felix wandering with a small stack of papers in hand, all asking the same mundane question that he wasn't sure if he should answer truthfully.
He didn't have any references, and the ones he had, Gaeta wasn't sure he wanted to give. Based on what Kara said, he didn't want "rebellious mutineer" to be a quality he could be associated with. That, however, brought Felix to a disturbing realization. That he could -- that he might have considered it for a split second after getting out of that raptor, covered in blood and cylon hemoglobin or whatever-it-was that pumped through their veins. Maybe for longer than a second. Maybe...
He looked down at the papers in his hands, realizing that he'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
A heavy sigh.
It may have been futile and pointless, but there were certain things you simply had to do.
What: Job hunting
When: 28th afternoon
Where: Somewhere along Main Street
It had been years since Gaeta was job-hunting. There was a brief stint in high school, between his third and fourth year, where he'd made the attempt and failed miserably. After that it was work-study and internships, and finally the position on Galactica. So, he'd never fully experienced the strain of walking into a place of employment, awkwardly asking the person behind the register if they were hiring.
This resulted in Felix wandering with a small stack of papers in hand, all asking the same mundane question that he wasn't sure if he should answer truthfully.
He didn't have any references, and the ones he had, Gaeta wasn't sure he wanted to give. Based on what Kara said, he didn't want "rebellious mutineer" to be a quality he could be associated with. That, however, brought Felix to a disturbing realization. That he could -- that he might have considered it for a split second after getting out of that raptor, covered in blood and cylon hemoglobin or whatever-it-was that pumped through their veins. Maybe for longer than a second. Maybe...
He looked down at the papers in his hands, realizing that he'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
A heavy sigh.
It may have been futile and pointless, but there were certain things you simply had to do.