Mascot. Really? The job of the desperate and the damned? The stoners and the failures? The "I lost a bet and now I'm stick here with a big sign" crowd. The...., oh wait that's... actually a lot of money.
It wasn't a TON of money but it was more than what you were making, double in fact if not higher. It was also close by to the point you could just walk to the site. Heck the ad suggested walk up interviews were welcome. You weren't doing much so..., why not? Get some exercise and maybe a bite on your way home if it didn't turn out.
You left your small apartment and jogged to the elevator, saying good day to a passer by or two. No sense in being a bad neighbor and the folks around were pretty chill. Meredith was a sweet old lady that gave out muffins and Connie was a bit of a talker who always chatted about others or her relatives, you disliked taking the elevator with her due to how much she could go on. Greg was..., a bitter dude really but also the best fix it guy you could find; just give him a beer and a burger he'd fix anything you had short of computers. Dylan was the techy of the floor always staying in his place most the time, only coming out for food or tech support.
You waved at them and made a few quips with them before having to head out on your own day. Most others around were at their own jobs or studies so the trip was quite even once you got down to street level. This let you make your way towards your goal rather quickly.
Looking at the paper again, you had to make sure just where you were going again.