"God, I hadn't even thought about all of that." And she's going to have to do it on Ginsberg's dime, too, because nobody here is going to accept currency printed forty years in the future, and she doesn't exactly have a credit rating. "Just a couple of necessities til I get on my feet. I suppose it's going to be a challenge getting the sort of work I'm used to, isn't it?"
That being the sort of work that even in the twenty-first century, women are still far outnumbered by men.
"Food first," she agrees, putting her arm through his without thinking about it, as much for her reassurance as for his. "And then we'll worry about all the other little things."
He hasn't really thought about the money issue, either, and now he's starting to. He doesn't make a whole lot at SC&P -- for god's sake, he still lives with his father, after all. And that's a whole other concern. Where is she going to live? If he lived on his own, he could bring her home with him and let her stay there, but in the tiny apartment he shares with his dad? Even if his dad were okay with the notion, which he just might be, there's no way he'd subject Tosh to his father. And there's no way he'd be able to deal with the constant teasing and expectant announcements of their impending marriage, or something equally ridiculous. No, he'll have to find somewhere else for her to live.
"It might be. I mean, I've never really looked for jobs in your area of work. But this is New York, there's everything here, we'll find you something. Keep in mind, you've got forty years of technology knowledge on these guys! You can just go into the interview and blow them away with a concept of how to build something they've never even heard of, much less figured out how to make."
The arm linked with his is nice, and it increases his confidence a little as they walk down the street towards his favorite deli. He knows it's not particularly exciting, not the height of fancy New York cuisine, and so he feels compelled to explain himself. "I figured you might want to have the authentic experience of working around here, and a lot of us from work eat here. It's good. Not too expensive. Not that I'd take you somewhere, you know, cheap."
Cheap in terms of expense, maybe, but never cheap as a synonym for inferior. He has more pride than that.
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That being the sort of work that even in the twenty-first century, women are still far outnumbered by men.
"Food first," she agrees, putting her arm through his without thinking about it, as much for her reassurance as for his. "And then we'll worry about all the other little things."
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"It might be. I mean, I've never really looked for jobs in your area of work. But this is New York, there's everything here, we'll find you something. Keep in mind, you've got forty years of technology knowledge on these guys! You can just go into the interview and blow them away with a concept of how to build something they've never even heard of, much less figured out how to make."
The arm linked with his is nice, and it increases his confidence a little as they walk down the street towards his favorite deli. He knows it's not particularly exciting, not the height of fancy New York cuisine, and so he feels compelled to explain himself. "I figured you might want to have the authentic experience of working around here, and a lot of us from work eat here. It's good. Not too expensive. Not that I'd take you somewhere, you know, cheap."
Cheap in terms of expense, maybe, but never cheap as a synonym for inferior. He has more pride than that.