I remember our hands being long and thin. Spindly things.
Now they’re… short. Not fat, but not thin. Certainly not spindly.
They’re stronger, we see that. But… it’s a change, from what they used to be before we started working in kitchens. Most biometric subsystems cannot recognize us as the same person, even.
They’re hands worth of working at helpdeskJerb. We like this job. We like it.
That was a long time ago. We no longer work at helpdeskJerb and we consciously avoid taking any routes that bring us near it. That entire part of the city is basically… ignored.
We’re on the job search again. 200 applications and counting, with 15 replies, and 12 interviews− including phone interviews on here.