My job

Having been in this city for only a couple of days, i have noticed that many people do not like the Irish. the stores have signs that say "No Irish Need Apply". It is hard to find a job, even with Thomas's help. But i must keep looking. Ronan found a job with a some type of factory fixing things a mile away. one of their workers just died and he came at the right time to get a job. He gets paid two dollars a week.



I walk down the street and go into a tailoring shop, i look around and see people staring with anger in their eyes. Apparently they do not like me. I had not noticed the sign above the door that says "No Irish allowed". I walked out and turned around the corner. After walking for an hour i pass by a wall that has a poster of a sewing machine. How i want one for my own!













Finally a place is for hire that allows Irish. It is pretty messy but i think it will work. The manager is Lochlan. A tall man with a long beard. a rough voice but has the American tongue already. He hides his Irish tone while speaking to a customer.

Walking in and seeing people not upset from how i look takes me by surprise. Lochan Puts a smile on his face and gives me a welcoming hug with a deep Irish accent. I ask him if there is an opening for a seamstress. And indeed there was and i could start the next day. Being able to work feals like stones have come off of my shoulders. If i could not find a job in sewing then i do not know what i would have done. I do not want to work in a factory.