"Data entry?"

"No."

"Surveys?"

"No."

"Tele-marketer?"

"Hell no!"

Matt frowned, and turned a page in the newspaper. "Is that all there is?" Rona asked.

"Do you know how to do hairdressing?" Matt said.

"No! Of course not! How would I know how to do hairdressing?"

"It was just a question. There's a lot of hairdressing jobs in here. Oh! Apprentice hairdresser! You wouldn't have to know how to do it!"

"I don't want to be a hairdresser!"

"Okay. There are a lot of retail jobs in here, too."

"But then I'd have to serve customers. Customers are idiots."

"So - basically you don't wanna work with people? I dunno how that's gonna work, Rona."

"I didn't say people are idiots. I said customers are idiots."

"Oh, I see."

"Why did I let you look through the ads, again?"

"Because you said that if you did it you'd just instantly say no to everything."

"Oh. Huh."

"Yeah."

"God!" Rona threw her head back in frustration. "I'm never gonna find a job!"

"Oh, come on, you've barely started looking." Matt was amazed at how quickly she'd moved from not being interested in a job to wanting one so desperately. He spotted another ad. "Oh, here's one! . . . Oh, no, wait, you have to be able to drive."

"You could teach me."

"I think the job would be gone by then."

"Okay. What's next?"

"Temping."

"Temping?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Then I'd never know what I was gonna be landed with! Anyway, which agency would I sign up with? Which one's best? Plus I'd finally get into a job I like, and I'd be gone in a week. Uh-uh. No good. Next."

"Um . . ." Matt searched the 'paper. "You really don't want to be a waitress, do you?"

"No!"