I like having a job. I like learning new stuff and being to able to talk about what I do to others while they pretend to care. I feel like it gives me purpose or a will to live. That’s a lie. I like being able to buy random shit if I want to, knowing that I might have to put in a couple more hours on the clock to afford it. So really, do I like having a job- meh. But do I like having things- yes.
This may be the end of me.
starting my new job tomorrow. I honestly dont know what I’ll be doing. But what I do know is I can wear jeans.
I think I might have gotten a job….
I’m bringing my unemployment check to Las Vegas this weekend. Comeon big money!!!
I’ve been doing yard work not because I like to do it. I actually have a black thumb so these people who are entrusting me with their yard, I’m sorry. But here are some good reasons other then pay of why I’m doing this.
1. work out. I figure I dont have to do push ups if I have pulled weeds.
2. Sun. Time to get some color on this pasty skin
3. Being outside. Because it beats being… inside?
4. Seeing my finished product
and
5. money. Who are you kidding. Of course I’m doing it for the money
Food cart in my city play an important roll in my everyday eating habits. So one of my favorite carts took pity on my lack of financial situation, I jump at the chance to dive back into my food service skills. 5 years ago I used to work at a small mom and pop bakery. Well that is until mom cheated on pop, then it just turned into a pop bakery. But I loved it. I loved that the sassier I was, the more tips I got. I loved that I worked with my best friend and I would wear a tshirt that said “We’ve got the best Muffs in town”. Those were the good old days.
I showed up to work and started prep cooking for the cart. We listened to lemonheads, joked with the costumers. Got tips and I ate a lot a lot of food. I only burnt my finger once. Starting my day at 9 ending it at 4 with some under the table cash and tips, plus a full stomach. It was a good day.
The tv show Leverage is filming here. Ever seen it? Ya, me either. But one of my friends convinced me to sign up and be an extra. I like to think its because its easy money. But I’m pretty sure my friend was telling me I looked generic (white with brown hair who wears maybe a bit too much navy day to day). I was casted one day to be in to court house. Once I got there, and signed the piece of paper that I would not talk to the cast and crew, I sat down looking at the other extras as they brag about what they have ‘been in’. It was safe to say that these people thought that this will be their big break on a lame tv show on a lame network in a lame city. They can’t even film the city in the actual place it says its at?!
I didn’t speak to anyone. One girl kept eyeing me because they kept putting me in scenes that she wanted. She would call the boys on the crew sugar and brownie (honestly? Brownie is not a good pet name. Doesn’t flow off the tongue). When the director stroll by she would compliment his tshirt and when he turned his back to her, she would say something within earshot about how sexy he is. He wasn’t.
Lunch came and I was back in High School. Where to sit, where to sit. A guy from the crew (who actually recognized me from a bar I go to) called me over to sit at his table. And the food? It was freaking delicious! Hot food. Yum. Sammie food. Yum. Desert table. Whythankya!
A couple hours and many takes later (could the blonde chick stop laughing!? I want to go home). We finally finished up. 70 bucks in hand and a full belly. I’ve done much worst for a lot less pay.
and I’m still jobless. But I have worked a couple odd jobs just to get by. Some come with awesome stories. Most did not.
is that the saying?
I now have three staffing agents trying to find me a job. It may be a conflict of interest but I’m trying to get as many people as possible to try to find me a job because I believe it will give me better odds.
plus I’m lazy and I want other people to do the grunt work
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thank god I grew up catholic and was a cheerleader so I’ve learned how to smile on command. Still though, I’m going to need a drink after this.
Job interview on monday.
Painted my side table bright orange.
died at hot yoga.
got my unemployment check.
Died again.
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fuck I need a job, but its so hard to search for one when its beautiful outside. Must…not…slack.
Rested. like I said, I was hung over
Champagne Tuesday ended up not being the smartest idea. It lead to hangover Wednesday. Needless to say, I did no searching for jobs until I ran into my (wait for it) fathers best friends wife. Who happened to be walking down the street when me and Travis were struggling to make it back home. She told be she is hiring and so I should send her my resume. Which is what I’m doing now…
:) yay!
Eggplant and a Widmer Heif