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At first, it had been difficult to work here. Campbell was well-aware of how his parents would've liked him to go to college. Well, here he was. Just not in the way they'd like him to. After a year or so of temporary radio jobs, filling slots for DJs on leave, it became clear that as far as a show of his own was concerned.. chances were nil.
He'd had to find something else, and fast if he didn't want to have to move back home - which he really didn't! Cam had no qualifications, however, and he wasn't the bookish type. Eventually, he'd come across a learn-on-the-job type arrangement which would train him to be a landscaper. It wasn't bad at all. He loved working outside, and he'd always liked helping mum in the garden. It turned out to be a good match and (although he told himself he didn't care) a choice his parents definitely found more respectable than all the other career choices he'd ever pursued.
Or perhaps they were just very relieved he'd found something.
Either way, here Campbell was, called in by the local college to trim the ivy away from the library windows as there had been complaints of low light. Well, he could fix that easily enough. He was just trying to get the pruning shears behind an especially tenacious branch when he slipped a little, ticking against the window with his tool. It caused several students inside to look up, so he waved apologetically at them.
