Hey. Pay attention to me.
Yeah, so I feel like talking about myself. All of you should listen to me.
The job search is going. I'm not sure how well it is going, but it is definitely going.
I applied at the new Chinese restaurant. I haven't heard back. Most people around town doubt they'll last very long, though. Nw restaurants tend not to last much longer than four weeks here, according to Anne. They would also be the third chinese restaurant in town. Not a lot of room for a niche there.
I also am trying to get a job at the local sweet shop and ice cream parlor. My mom is good friend with the owner. However, it's not completely set up in its new location. I offered to help set it up. It's ironic, because my sister's first job was at an ice cream parlor. I haven't heard back.
I need to fill out the application I got from the local Art shop where my friend George works. An application that might be thrown out at a glance because I forgot to ask if they hired under eighteen. I have no idea. Either way, it's good to keep my options open. If they do hire sixteen-year-olds, George'll probably recommend me.
So it's going to be a race for my employment. A rather sordid prize, I'm afraid.
I need money and something to do during the day, though.
Um... I itch on one wrist one, shoulder, one elbow, and one ankle. Stupid yard work.
My offer sill stands. Ask any questions about me or my life you like.
The job search is going. I'm not sure how well it is going, but it is definitely going.
I applied at the new Chinese restaurant. I haven't heard back. Most people around town doubt they'll last very long, though. Nw restaurants tend not to last much longer than four weeks here, according to Anne. They would also be the third chinese restaurant in town. Not a lot of room for a niche there.
I also am trying to get a job at the local sweet shop and ice cream parlor. My mom is good friend with the owner. However, it's not completely set up in its new location. I offered to help set it up. It's ironic, because my sister's first job was at an ice cream parlor. I haven't heard back.
I need to fill out the application I got from the local Art shop where my friend George works. An application that might be thrown out at a glance because I forgot to ask if they hired under eighteen. I have no idea. Either way, it's good to keep my options open. If they do hire sixteen-year-olds, George'll probably recommend me.
So it's going to be a race for my employment. A rather sordid prize, I'm afraid.
I need money and something to do during the day, though.
Um... I itch on one wrist one, shoulder, one elbow, and one ankle. Stupid yard work.
My offer sill stands. Ask any questions about me or my life you like.