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I'm getting a job!
Not, like a specific job. But I have declared, with my stacks of Futurama, Stargate, and Batman DVDs as my witness, that by next week I shall have myself a job. Hell, I kind of want a job at A&W. They're never really THAT busy, the food is easy to make, and I bet I'd get an employee discount I could squander by buying a huge fucking root beer every day.
But so far my best bets seem to be the inbound DSL tech support gig, and the outbound telephone Survey gig.
The survey thing's not so bad. I've been surveyed myself by them, and none of the surveys suck. It's stuff like what TV show you watch, or you bought this brand of jeans and they hired us to ask you if the ass ripped or something.
Anyhow, my only obstacle to the survey job is Lex Luthor. Okay, okay he's not ACTUALLY Lex Luthor. Jamie Klomp is the HR director of the local office. He looks IDENTICAL to Michael Rosenbaum from Smallville. Also, he's a royal jerk. He phoned me at 9am last year to ask if I could be there for an interview at 2pm. I get there at 1:45, and sit there for half an hour. Finally, the manager manager asks what I'm waiting for, and I explain. Seems Lex Luthor went for lunch at 11:30am, and managed to not return untill 2:45pm.
He either ate an entire family, or got on a plane to Toronto to eat at the CN Tower, and then flew back.
Anyhow, I'm quite sure he won't remember me as I've lost weight, shaved, let my hair grow out, and have a brand new resume. Also, it was actually like... a full year ago. Last February. And he didn't actually ask any questions, so whatever.
Anyhow, to summarize. Me get job by next week. Me make moneys. Me replace busted-ass PS2 and buy self Xbox 360 to celebrate no longer being shiftless layabout.
Alternate plan: Capture Osama Bin Laden. I figure I could use that giant-ass bounty the FBI was offering in 2001. Fuck, I bet they aren't offering it anymore. Fucking bounties.
Alternate Alternate Plan: Invent Cold Fusion. Note to self; learn the definition of fusion by sometime tomorrow night.
So yeah. That about sums things up. Military's still out as I still can't swim good and dislike the prospect of waking up at 5:30am for any reason less than being on fire or a full blown alien invasion.
Also, this local private investigator firm is hiring again. But you need your high school diploma. So I guess if I bust my ass and get it in June, I could start doing undercover work busting cheating spouses. You know, under the covers. ...And upon reading the entirety of the ad, I'd have to use my own vehicle which seems somewhat STUPID for surveillance work, and supply my own camcorder. Yeah, that's one real bustling company.
Ewwww, RMG is hiring. Because they can't get enough people to LIE for MADD. You're supposed to guilt these people into donating, by convincing them their family, nay the entire world, may soon be killed by a drunk driver, unless MADD has $150 from their credit card. I quit after 2 days, and got $270 for my trouble.
So yeah, apparently I forgot to post this. Whoops.
Not, like a specific job. But I have declared, with my stacks of Futurama, Stargate, and Batman DVDs as my witness, that by next week I shall have myself a job. Hell, I kind of want a job at A&W. They're never really THAT busy, the food is easy to make, and I bet I'd get an employee discount I could squander by buying a huge fucking root beer every day.
But so far my best bets seem to be the inbound DSL tech support gig, and the outbound telephone Survey gig.
The survey thing's not so bad. I've been surveyed myself by them, and none of the surveys suck. It's stuff like what TV show you watch, or you bought this brand of jeans and they hired us to ask you if the ass ripped or something.
Anyhow, my only obstacle to the survey job is Lex Luthor. Okay, okay he's not ACTUALLY Lex Luthor. Jamie Klomp is the HR director of the local office. He looks IDENTICAL to Michael Rosenbaum from Smallville. Also, he's a royal jerk. He phoned me at 9am last year to ask if I could be there for an interview at 2pm. I get there at 1:45, and sit there for half an hour. Finally, the manager manager asks what I'm waiting for, and I explain. Seems Lex Luthor went for lunch at 11:30am, and managed to not return untill 2:45pm.
He either ate an entire family, or got on a plane to Toronto to eat at the CN Tower, and then flew back.
Anyhow, I'm quite sure he won't remember me as I've lost weight, shaved, let my hair grow out, and have a brand new resume. Also, it was actually like... a full year ago. Last February. And he didn't actually ask any questions, so whatever.
Anyhow, to summarize. Me get job by next week. Me make moneys. Me replace busted-ass PS2 and buy self Xbox 360 to celebrate no longer being shiftless layabout.
Alternate plan: Capture Osama Bin Laden. I figure I could use that giant-ass bounty the FBI was offering in 2001. Fuck, I bet they aren't offering it anymore. Fucking bounties.
Alternate Alternate Plan: Invent Cold Fusion. Note to self; learn the definition of fusion by sometime tomorrow night.
So yeah. That about sums things up. Military's still out as I still can't swim good and dislike the prospect of waking up at 5:30am for any reason less than being on fire or a full blown alien invasion.
Also, this local private investigator firm is hiring again. But you need your high school diploma. So I guess if I bust my ass and get it in June, I could start doing undercover work busting cheating spouses. You know, under the covers. ...And upon reading the entirety of the ad, I'd have to use my own vehicle which seems somewhat STUPID for surveillance work, and supply my own camcorder. Yeah, that's one real bustling company.
Ewwww, RMG is hiring. Because they can't get enough people to LIE for MADD. You're supposed to guilt these people into donating, by convincing them their family, nay the entire world, may soon be killed by a drunk driver, unless MADD has $150 from their credit card. I quit after 2 days, and got $270 for my trouble.
So yeah, apparently I forgot to post this. Whoops.