Finding London by Ellie Wade (uplifting book club books .TXT) 📕

“Over the past few months—despite, or maybe because of, each varying aspect of him—I’ve fallen for the enigma that is Loïc Berkeley.”

—London Wright

There. I’ve done it. I’ve officially applied to eight jobs, all within driving distance of my current residence. Granted, it took me longer than it should have to commence my job search. But getting Loïc to fall for me felt like a full-time job for a while. Then, once I got him, I was obsessed with spending time with him, and when he was at work, I was thinking about spending time with him.

But he’s gone for two weeks for annual training, and there’s no excuse not to get on with being an adult and finding a job. I have two Loïc-free weeks to fill. His training is up in northern Michigan where there is little but fields and forests, so his cell service is nonexistent. He said he would try to call me a few times on the base phones.

I haven’t applied to any jobs outside of Michigan—yet. I’m hoping one of the eight will work out, and I won’t have to.

Truth is…I’m happy here. I don’t want to move.

I close the lid of my laptop and make my way out to the living room where I find Paige eating a bowl of ramen noodles.

“You know, we’re not in college anymore. There’s no excuse to be eating those. Do you realize that each packet has sixteen hundred milligrams of sodium? That is well over half of the amount of salt you’re supposed to have in a day.”

“You sound like your mother,” Paige responds before sucking a long noodle into her mouth.

“Shit, I do, don’t I?” I plop down on the other end of the couch.

“Totally,” Paige answers.

“I’m sorry.”

“No biggie. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?”

I squint my eyes toward Paige. “I don’t know if that applies here.”

“Sure it does. So, how’s the job search going?”

“Oh, great!” I bounce up. “I’m done actually.”

“Already?” Paige looks skeptical.

“Yeah, I know. I thought it would take longer, too. But, once I finished my résumé and cover letter, it went quickly.”

“Where’d you apply?”

“Like, eight places—a few online news outlets, a couple of actual newspapers, and a few news stations.”

“Sweet. I hope you get a job as the local traffic girl. That’d be fun, and you’d get to be on TV.” Paige sets the now empty bowl down on the end table next to her.

“No way. I’m not going to be a traffic girl. That’s lame. I want to write about real news.”

“Well, you have to start somewhere.”

“It won’t be with me smiling widely, wearing an entirely too tight pantsuit and loads of makeup, while pointing to a screen where all the places with traffic backups or accidents on I-94 are lit up,” I argue.

“Fine. Who knew you had so many scruples? I just thought you wanted a job.”

“Not just any job. If I’m going to work, I’m going to be doing something that makes me happy even if I have to start off making next to nothing. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about money, and since I’m not desperate, I don’t have to be a trashy traffic girl.”

Paige dramatically leans back. “Yikes, what did traffic girls ever do to you?”

“You know what I mean.” I laugh. “How’s your job search going?”

Paige majored in marketing and wants to work for a promotions company of some sort. I just hope she doesn’t use her backward knowledge of sayings as a foundation for marketing strategies.

“Eh.”

“What does that mean?” I chuckle.

“We’ll see. I’ve been applying. I haven’t had any calls for interviews yet. Hopefully, something comes through.”

“What should we do for the next ten days? I’m depressed just thinking about it.” I sigh.

Creating my résumé, cover letter, and then applying to eight jobs only took up four days of my two Loïc-free weeks. Ten more days seems like an eternity.

“Is that how long you have until Loïc comes back?”

“Yeah.”

“It doesn’t matter. We can do whatever. Neither of us has interviews or anything lined up yet. Maybe we should go somewhere?” Paige suggests.

I nod thoughtfully. “You know my mom has been bugging me to come visit. Maybe I should suggest a girls’ getaway. I don’t want to hang out in Kentucky for a week though. Where do you want to go?”

“Let’s do Vegas. We haven’t been there since I turned twenty-one.”

“So, you mean, in, like, a year?” I chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess. It seems longer.” She smiles. “I’ve been craving that pasta we had at the bistro in The Venetian.”

I groan. “Oh, that was so good.”

“I know. I seriously dream about it.”

“Okay, let me text her.” I send a quick text to my mom.

Before Paige can find something we want to watch on the DVR, my mom texts back.

I look down at my phone. “She’s in. She’s calling her travel agent now to book it. She says to start packing. She’s going to arrange for us to fly out tomorrow.”

“Yay!” Paige claps. “Your mom doesn’t mess around.”

“She probably wants to lock us in before something comes up, and I change my mind.”

“Well, whatever. She always plans the best vacations.”

“It’s our travel agent, Margaret. She’s planned enough of our trips to know what we like.”

“True. Let’s go pack,” Paige says excitedly, hopping off of the couch. “I hope I have enough cute outfits. We’re not going to have time to go shopping tonight.”

“It’s fine. We can shop in Vegas.” I follow Paige out of the living room.

“You’re right. So true,” Paige answers.

Well, I suppose if I have to spend the next week and a half without Loïc, there’s no better way to spend it than with my mom and best friend in Vegas.