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Oct 04, 2009 09:28

I get so jealous of girls.
It's silly, and immature. But I can't help it.
I know so many gorgeous girls, it's hard not to be. Ha.
I called myself a "3, or 4" last night and Evan was like, "I'm not trying to say anything or anything, but you're not a 3 or 4."
I don't know.

Went to the job fair yesterday, got shutdown by the middle aged aldies at guest services. Then went to rentals and repair to apply for basket check (my FIRST choice, seconded by ticket sales but that was only part time), interviewed with the guy for Bear (even though I live on summit) and he said I most likely have the job, and he'll call me in the next week. I asked for his name number and extension. He was like, "wow you want a job. UH DUHH. That would be awesome.
I'm hoping some of my stress and anxiety will go away when I'm working. Maybe that doesn't make sense because a job would be more stressful, but having a steady paycheck, and actually leaving the apartment for more than walks and bowls.
Basket check would be awesome! Such an easy job.."Hi can I take your shit and hold it til you're done riding? Okay give me some money.."
Awesome.

Plus I'll get to snowboard for free! That's the best part. And free lessons, which just means I can ride with Matt when he's in uniform and we can cut in line for a private lesson.
I heard it's a kind of lame job, because people will throw their stuff at you and be rude, but there's rude people everywhere and I don't have an opportunity to wokr in the sunshine and lollipops factory.
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