Zam mentally grinned at the question. Hehe, did she indeed! "Yes, I piloted a freighter back and forth between Duro and Coruscant for a number of years before the company went bankrupt."

The interviewer smiled politely. "Great, well we won't be needing a pilot for such a long way... just someone to handle... um, the task of disposing of the goods that don't make it."

Zam nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I just have to be paid a suitable amount." Garbage hauler... oh how fun.

"Ok, we've already went through that..." it was clear the interviewer disliked talking about money matters. "So you'll come in tomorrow morning for first shift?"

"That I will." Zam stood up and offered her hand in a gesture of agreement.

The interviewer smiled and took it. Zam was a bit disgusted by the woman's weak, limp grip but thought: Eh, maybe I won't have to deal with this wimp all the time. As soon as I get enough to get a ride offplanet, this deal ends. "Bye." she said and made her way out of the office and warehouse into the streets of Coruscant to look for some place to spend the night.
 

The next morning Zam was waiting outside the warehouse. She'd been here for near an hour already. "Cripes, where is everybody?!" she checked her chrono once again. Yup, an hour.

"Alright, ten more minutes and I leave." she muttered. Winter in Coruscant was getting to her again. "I can't believe it. These guys must be wierder than I thought."

Oh boy, I'm talking to myself again... It was a habit she'd started off on, and was now very sticky.

She glanced around her, and having nothing better to do, started counting the bugs buzzing around a pile of refuse until she drifted off into thoughts.