You really learn your what position in the cosmos of fairies is when there is a RIF and you're one that gets laid off. So this is what Medunda, Sakura, Clara, and Shinobu found as they got their pink slips and well-wishes and promises to be rehired when things get better in a few months. In the meantime they had to find some means of getting by; but michievous fairies have no unemployment insurance and their unconventional work skills or experience do not readily fit into other niches in the job market.
Clara, the butch Zucchini Fairy, very quickly got a job as a bouncer in a tea shop and wrestled marines on the side. She thus did have marketable skills, but our other ladies were more genteel-inclined and had to improvise.
Comsider the predicament of Medunda at the State Employment Office while meeting with an Employment Counselor:
"What did you do in your previous job?"
"Oh, I hid peoples' socks." [Shinobu, the Panty Fairy, and Sakura, the Fruitcake Fairy, had even more of a problem when they met with their Employment Counselors.]
But the three of them decided to try something entirely new: they would become fairy ronins.
A ronin is an unemployed samurai: one that has lost a master. Now the girls never did that samurai thing before; but equal opportunity now being the law, and the State of Louisiana being what it was, they were able to get Ronin licenses. (They were also licensed to shampoo dogs as a bonus.) This was immediately followed by a shopping trip, but they found that T. J. Maxx had a limited selection of ronin wear and they wanted the type that did not require dry cleaning.
Things worked out pretty well. Medunda found suitable employment in a tough neighborhood as a Ronin Crossing Guard. No one dared cross the street without her leading them across; they feared decapitation!
Sakura persuaded a coffee shop owner that he really, really needed a Ronin Barista. (Coming armed to job interviews sometimes helps.) She did some research at a Japanese steak house and learned how to prepare the coffees and the frappachinos with panache, ceremony, various noises, and karate cries. Since she wore two razor-sharp samurai swords on the outside of her kimono, no one complained about her lattes or had the termerity to ask for coconut in their café mochas. She ran a tight ship over the wimp clientele.
Shinobu was somewhat harder to place. After a few false starts, she became a Ronin Runway Model; after all, the catwalk seemed to be a good idea for a former underwear thief! However, her military-like hardwear clashed with haut couture; and she went on to other things. Eventually she became a Ronin Tout at the racetrack. She always had a way with horses; and they would give her the inside, er, poop.
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