I was walking around town, job hunting. I found in the The Ponyville Observer, which made me wonder how big the town was to have its own newspaper. There was a job opening at some electronic store a few blocks away.
I found the building easy enough, it was light blue and the name 'Wired' was written in a thin black font that looked like charging wires.
I walked in, setting off a tone. A white unicorn with two shades of blue hair and purple shades resting behind her horn.
"Welcome to Wired!" she said "I'm Vinyl Scratch, what can I help with ya help?"
"I was interested in the job opening, what's the job." I asked
"Mostly sales, selling phones and laptops. Some repairs, can you work with small things?"
"My previous job had me working with equipment that had about a hundred pieces." I said
"Perfect. What was your last job?"
"Soldier. I would disassemble, clean my gun and reassemble it. Lots of small pieces to clean and keep track of."
"Well chances are repairs would be a cracked screen and need a few parts removed. Ever work with a cash register?"
"Never."
She waved my lack of experience away. "Psh, it's not that hard. There's a little bit of math involved but it's nothing big. Have any issues working with ponies?"
"Never had too big of an issue with anyone, except for those who tried to kill me first."
She glossed over my reference to killing people, "That's just self-defense. Besides anypony tries to rob this place, I'll let you deal with them. You're hired. Follow me to the back and I'll get you some clothes."
This is the second easiest job interview, right after working at the movie theater my uncle ran. I thought to myself
***
The first day of my new job was easy. Mostly training, all with the added benefit of no drill sergeants. So far I only knew how to work the register and set up a phone, which wasn't hard since I've done it before myself back home. I didn't learn anything about repairs because there were no repairs to do and Vinyl said she didn't want to break anything to show me.
I also finally got a phone that works on this world, granted my pay was now docked by half for a month, but I have no rent to pay.
I walked back to the castle, a new job in hand. I figured at somepoint in time I would back to a civilian job, whether I left on my own time or was discharged. The question would have been what I would do after. Probably work in a factory making guns for the next generations of Marines.
I opened the door and watched Twilight disappear into the throne room or whatever it was.
I put my stuff in my room and pulled out my phone. It was a standard looking smartphone. Vinyl was able to turn a charge port to the size of the one on my old phone so I carried over my music and photos. I couldn't find my old background among my two thousand or more photos, so I made it one of me wearing a Santa outfit while shooting a SAW.
Good times.
I opened the phone app and glanced at my new number. It was eleven digits ad broken in four groups. It's really the small things like this that annoys me, human cities and the ones here are similar names, so it's easy to remember.