The Book of Job(s) @ 01:15 pm
Blackcurrant Mood: ffuuuuuu...
Looking for a job sucks.
We all know that, and we all go through the same horrible slog of applications, resumes, and pretending to be excited to work for different types of turds. However, looking for a job can be insane, too! Let's take a look at what I went through this October:
I turned in an application to a local business called Cheap Thrills/Captain Nemo's/The Sub. It's all owned by the same dude, but they all market different things. They needed a shipper/receiver and I have lots of experience there. Great!
The same day, I passed by a place being retrofitted with posters out front: DO YOU LIKE BOOKS? DO YOU LIKE COFFEE? APPLY! I happen to like both so I walked in and talked to the owner and got his email address. We corresponded and he told me when to meet: Saturday at 11am. I had to work, but I managed to move my lunch an hour early to make it. Check out what this doucheback did.
Everyone took their break late, so I ended up getting on my lunch at 11:00 and made it to his store at 11:02 because I ran across downtown. Upon entering, I saw about twenty people there, sitting in a circle like it was some kind of fucking bible study. I quietly shut the door, and the guy looked up at me.
"You're late," he said, smugly.
"Yeah, sorry about that! Breaks kind of got backed up at Barnes & Noble, but I made it!" I was panting and a drop of sweat glistened on my brow.
"Well, you're late. Had to be on time. You're out."
W. T. F. I headed back to work, dejected. I was excited about working at a new place in town, with a local owner, but to be unceremoniously thrumped was a crummy feeling. Later, I ran into someone from the meeting who said he felt bad for me, but also that periodically, the owner would stop talking, look at a random person and point. "You. You're out, too." He did that to five people. I'm kind of glad I didn't get hired, haha...
Then, my girlfriend's uncle called with a job that same day! He's a construction foreman that helps lay fiber optic lines in SoCal. The pay is fantastic and the job experience is great, too. So I got an application from him, along with all the hiring papers, which was a good sign. However, my license expired on the 17th (my birthday), and I'd have to get it renewed, along with a DMV record. Fine. At the DMV, they told me (after an hour of waiting in line) that I had an old ticket to pay off before I could get any of that stuff. Well, shit. Called the number, and the bill for the ticket was now $650.00.
In the midst of this, I confronted my girlfriend's stalker at Barnes & Noble and their family filed a complaint at the corporate level. Fucking headache. The she got tonsillitis. I took out a loan with my aunt to pay off the ticket, back to the DMV, new license. Now I can work! I called Toni's uncle with the news and much rejoicing occurred. Now to relax.... BUT WAIT!
After that whole mess, Cheap Thrills called and said that they wanted me to work for them. Another W. T. F., but it's nice to feel wanted. However, if they had called, ohhh say, the day before, then all this DMV bullshit could have been taken care of in a less painful way. Still, it's nice to know that my driving record is now clear, that I have a new (better) job, and that I'm wanted at other places. It's still a fucking headache, though.
So now I'm leaving that behind and watching THE WORLD SERIES, BIATCHES! YAY GIANTS!