Annabeth

"Miss Chase! Wake up!" I sat up in my chair, startled. Looking around, I could see my boss, glaring at me with those beady eyes of his. Honestly, if you squinted, you'd think he looked like a Bald Eagle! He put his hands on his hips, his huge beer belly sticking out. "That's the 3rd time I've caught you sleeping on the job."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I've just been having a rough day." I explained, hoping it sounded genuine, but he wasn't buying it.

"You said that yesterday. And the day before! And it's not just the sleeping on the job, it's the fact that you've been getting late to work and it's just not good enough." He said flatly. "What in the world's gotten into you?"

"I-I..." I struggled for words. I didn't even know what had gotten into me. Why was I acting like this? Lately, I'd become so tired and I felt drowsy. "I'm sorry." I said finally, not knowing what else to tell him. My boss, Mr. Ross folded his arms.

"Sorry is not good enough. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you."

"What? But I only just started working for you 4 months ago!" I complained.

Mr. Ross shook his head and replied; "You have an hour to pack your things and get out of here. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded sadly.

I couldn't believe I had just got sacked! I'd finally found a job with a decent salary and less than half a year later I get sacked from it? Thanks a lot, mom. You'd expect me to be rich and smart because I'm the daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and education. But no. Not that I'm dumb. Because I may be blonde, but I'm certainly not dumb. I just never really bothered about being rich or anything, so I just opted for a simple job in an office. My teacher in grade 10 told me that I could become a lawyer or an architect as Laws, Physics and Maths was what I was good at. But I was best at English and ICT the best, no doubt about that.

Anyway, I stood up from my desk (I worked in an office.) and packed my belongings, ignoring the shocked looks from others. But you know what? I don't care that I've lost my job. I never liked it really. So what? I'm unemployed. What does it matter? Okay, forget lying to myself. It does no good whatsoever. I do care that I've just lost my job. I care a lot, actually. I trudged out of the building and dumped my stuff in my old car that I got for my 18th birthday. (Yeah, I know. I got this car 7 years ago. Big deal. It works and that's what matters.) Once I got home to my small apartment, which was, as usual very neat and tidy, (I can't stand things being out of order.) I sat down on my sofa. Well, this was just great. Now what was I gonna do for money? I was due a rental bill in 2 weeks and I had to get a job in that time.

I pulled out my phone and dialled Thalia's number. Thalia was my best friend and I'd known her since I was 14 so I knew she would help me. On the third ring, she picked up. "Hello, Annie?" She said, using my nickname which I once hated, but now came to love.

"Hi Thalia. I need some help. I've just got fired and I need help trying to find a job. Can you come over to my place and help out?"

"Sure! I'll be over in half an hour." And with that, she hung up, leaving me with no option but to wait.