"Ummmmmmmm... no." Dinah had been hoping that saying "um" for long enough would give her a way to tell the truth and have it be something else, but, really. All her jobs had involved walking in and saying something like "I can answer phones."
"It's very easy!"
That was probably a good thing, since Dinah had no idea where to start.
[ooc: open for phones/texts, and the first paragraph written by the enthusiastic
heromaniac.]
"Do you have a particular job you are applying for? How about we do two versions. One that's a general resume that you can spread around as you need, the other we can use the same information, but be very specific and gear the experience and references towards that direction."
Barbara had offered to do this for her, work out an algorithym that would give her the perfect template for a resume. And Uncle Jim had even tried to coax her into applying for some of the Gotham Investigative Department intern positions. But she was doing this on her own. Sort of. But without family help, so that counted!
"Um... my grades are pretty good. 3.25 up until this last year. I've had a lot of stuff going on. How important is that?"
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She slid a notebook across the desk. "What's your favourite thing to do in your spare time? The thing that makes you happiest?"
Tired, she found a small cafe on the far side of campus and sat at one of the outdoor tables. After ordering her lunch, she pulled out her phone and dialed her BFF.
"Hey. Tell me Texas is treating you well."
"What are you doing? Anything fun?"
So mature.