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Summary of Events:
Nadia spoke with Vitaly a little more intently on the idea of her getting a job, agreeing that it might be a good idea for her to make some money to put her a bit further ahead than her fellow students when she graduated from her secondary education. Borden mulled over the argument he'd overheard and plotted how he might lie to his probation officer if he came up with a reasonable guess as to where Honour was found — as to outright tell the police could actually get him into trouble, instead of causing him to be celebrated. Vitaly texted Nadia a link to a possible job for her, based on her interest in foreign languages . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
Nadia tapped on the included link, which informed her that Vitaly had found a job for her waiting tables at a restaurant, and not just any restaurant, but one of the nicest restaurants in all of Chișinău, which belonged to one of the fanciest hotels in town.
Should any foreigners with means come to Moldova — and there were a decent number that did for both business and recreational purposes — they usually stayed at the hotel and ate at the restaurant.
How in the world had Vitaly found a job for her there? Would they even accept her?
Her father was a decently rich man by Moldovan standards — even if that meant little to nothing outside of Moldova, considering how almost worthless the leu was — so maybe she was being a little neurotic.
However there was still that fact that she’d never worked a day in her life; it wasn’t just because she hadn’t really needed to work — seeing as Mama and Father both had pretty nice jobs — but because most jobs, especially that were available to teens and young adults, involved talking to people she didn’t know, and the job Vitaly had found for her — waiting tables — was built entirely around that activity.
It was partially fear, strangers were intimidating, but it was also partly the fact that Nadia always felt like she said something wrong, and sometimes Nadia never really felt like she was all that good at communicating with people.
Furthermore, working at a hotel restaurant, surely that would necessitate speaking the language of the guests — especially as a waitress. Nadia was only fluent in Russian and Moldovan.
As a result, she could pretty effectively speak Ukrainian, Belorussian, Romanian, and even fudge some Italian — as well as a good portion of the other Cyrillic-lettered languages like Bulgarian and Serbian — but when it went beyond that; German, French, English, the Scandinavian languages; Nadia had no clue.
She wanted to learn and know some of these languages, but at present she didn’t even know basic words like ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ in many of the languages, how was she supposed to take orders from these people? Or were they all going to try to speak Russian or Moldovan to her?
Nadia read through the criteria of requirements and was rather astonished to see that she was neither required to have had any prior experience in the foodservice industry, but she wasn’t even required to speak any extra foreign languages.
So it seemed it was the tourists who were expected to oblige the staff, not the other way around — at least on the linguistic front.
Usually guests were the ones accommodated, no? Well, thinking about it even on the smaller scale of having guests in the house, Nadia had to admit, guests weren’t always catered to, but when it came to eating and attention they definitely were, so maybe she could see why the tourists would be forced to speak Moldovan or Russian, or to figure it out somehow.
Pronunciation:
leu: lehyoo
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