"Yep. Job with plenty of sitting, good work for someone with hands -- long hours I can just zone out to, and Rarity is a good boss." I explain, my thoughts drifting to the first week. "It'd gone well. As in I didn't fuck up any of her dresses. It was a learn-on-the-job type deal, so I mostly did the busywork like holding the pins, fetching what she needs, holding what she needs, so on. This week, she said she'd try and teach me the sewing machine." 