note to self: it's simple - open mouth, insert foot...AGAIN
Um, so, I have a job?
It was soooo random. I'd pretty much given up on being hired anywhere. I've been trying so hard to find a decent job that will hire a college kid for the summer but to no avail. So somehow today (well, technically yesterday since it's one in the morning now) I found myself on US 1 and Oakland Park, where there was a Jamba Juice that was hiring. So I decided to apply, even though I really wasn't expecting anything. I filled out the application, and the manager asked me a few questions, and - get this - then he hired me on the spot.
The manager told me how much he disliked people who constantly ducked out of working and blah blah blah. So I reassured him that I would never have to unexpectedly duck out of work. Ever. Before I could realize just how much weight my words carried, he said, "Good. Can you start next Wednesday?"
"Sure, of course," I answered, quite excited that I had a job (at last!) and ready to start pretty much immediately.
So I walked out the door, feeling pretty damn proud of myself. I had an extra, more confident bounce in my step. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something. So I strut back to my car, head held up high, and all of a suddden, I realized something horrible: next Wednesday I'm going out of town for the 4th of July and for UF orientation. I won't be back until the 7th. In other words, I won't be able to start working next Wednesday like I'd been assigned to. Meaning that my "I would never have to unexpectedly duck out of work. Ever" talk is such bull shit.
...yeah. Fuck.
*sigh* I knew it had all been way too easy. I simply cannot catch a freaking break around here. Stupid fate/universe. What do you want from me, universe?! I'm already self-banned from American Eagle, I have my annoying cousin from the west coast of Florida staying with us for the rest of eternity, and I lost my favorite pair of jeans a couple of days ago. Honestly, universe. You have my jeans, my American Eagle, my sanity...what more do you want from me? My life?! You keep taking and I have nothing else - NOTHING ELSE - to give. *explodes*
I really have no idea how I'm going to get myself out of this one.
Note to self: don't damn yourself by opening your large, over talkative mouth. And learn these four simple steps - open mouth, insert foot, choke, hope you die. These steps might save you from furture conflicting situtaions (ie. Jamba Juice issue) and instances of embarrassment (ie. American Eagle).
It was soooo random. I'd pretty much given up on being hired anywhere. I've been trying so hard to find a decent job that will hire a college kid for the summer but to no avail. So somehow today (well, technically yesterday since it's one in the morning now) I found myself on US 1 and Oakland Park, where there was a Jamba Juice that was hiring. So I decided to apply, even though I really wasn't expecting anything. I filled out the application, and the manager asked me a few questions, and - get this - then he hired me on the spot.
The manager told me how much he disliked people who constantly ducked out of working and blah blah blah. So I reassured him that I would never have to unexpectedly duck out of work. Ever. Before I could realize just how much weight my words carried, he said, "Good. Can you start next Wednesday?"
"Sure, of course," I answered, quite excited that I had a job (at last!) and ready to start pretty much immediately.
So I walked out the door, feeling pretty damn proud of myself. I had an extra, more confident bounce in my step. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something. So I strut back to my car, head held up high, and all of a suddden, I realized something horrible: next Wednesday I'm going out of town for the 4th of July and for UF orientation. I won't be back until the 7th. In other words, I won't be able to start working next Wednesday like I'd been assigned to. Meaning that my "I would never have to unexpectedly duck out of work. Ever" talk is such bull shit.
...yeah. Fuck.
*sigh* I knew it had all been way too easy. I simply cannot catch a freaking break around here. Stupid fate/universe. What do you want from me, universe?! I'm already self-banned from American Eagle, I have my annoying cousin from the west coast of Florida staying with us for the rest of eternity, and I lost my favorite pair of jeans a couple of days ago. Honestly, universe. You have my jeans, my American Eagle, my sanity...what more do you want from me? My life?! You keep taking and I have nothing else - NOTHING ELSE - to give. *explodes*
I really have no idea how I'm going to get myself out of this one.
Note to self: don't damn yourself by opening your large, over talkative mouth. And learn these four simple steps - open mouth, insert foot, choke, hope you die. These steps might save you from furture conflicting situtaions (ie. Jamba Juice issue) and instances of embarrassment (ie. American Eagle).