This wasn’t the first time, and wouldn’t be the last, that he was asked such a question; having been through countless bands and just short of living, breathing, and surviving off of music made it obvious what his real calling probably was. Unfortunately, and it truly pained him to have to admit it, music didn’t pay the bills. There was potential, sure– if one was stupidly lucky, but that was obviously not him. Not long after he left to pursue his education, Cobalt Sky was signed for a major deal. No more struggling on an indie label, no more cramped live houses, and no more wondering when the next meal was going to be… that must have been nice. Busy, certainly, but it beat working in a cubicle farm.
A lot of places like that were more than willing to have him, but it was boring, and in spite of his savings starting to get dangerously low, Shigeru was holding out for something a little less mundane than the IT department of some massive corporation. There had been a brief silence as he formulated his answer, and the slightest bit of a grin made a futile attempt to show itself on his face as he finally spoke… bluntly.
“I don’t really believe in blowing smoke up people’s asses to get a job, so I’ll be real about it– I need an actual job. And I wanted something more interesting than figuring out why someone’s printer won’t work… so I’ll take the pressure. I pick things up pretty fast, and I’m not someone who lets emotions get in the way of work.”
He didn’t have the slightest intention of delving into why, of course; she wasn’t here for his life story or a philosophical discussion on why existence was the epitome of pointless.
“So, yeah. I’m actually legitimately interested in this job and think I can handle whatever it throws at me, so even consideration for it is appreciated.”
he was blunt & to the point --- which was good. especially after the last dozen or so applicants she had to sit through. at this point ritsuko was developing a sense for whether someone would be able to manage this job --- mentally. sure, on paper it seemed relatively straight forward, but even in the job application with portions blacked out because of classified information...it took a special sort of someone to really have that sort of stamina built.
❝ i think you will do well here. ❞ she started, putting down the mug she had been drinking from before clasping her hands together. ❝ i’m sure you have questions about the ongoings of this facility. & i’d like to answer, but first i need to stress that everything that happens at NERV is classified. you may not like what you learn --- but you need to bare that weight. ❞
ritsuko tried to keep her voice even, her confidence still new, but she needed to make sure that shigeru understood what he was getting into. this wasn’t just some random gig he could up & leave if he needed a different flavor.
❝ with that considered -- what’s your first question ? ❞
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