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i just paid $30 to get $17 refunded to me by the government. this is the first time, ever, that i've paid to do my taxes, and that i've actually gotten a refund. WOO. SEVENTEEN BUCKS. and i still end up oweing (owing? what the shit? i don't know how to spell that word.) 13 dollars. a whopping 13 bucks, but still. it's the principal of it all. i have never gotten a refund, i always have to pay. i don't do shit. why do i have to pay?!
i've been trying to get this job at the cleaners five minutes down the street from tommy's for a few days now, and every day i call them back and ask them if they've reviewed my app yet. each day they say not yet, but they will. today i called and talked to bryan, whom i've been talking to a lot recently. our conversation went something like:
me: hi, this is angela, i turned in an applic..
him: hi angela. (like the "i know who you are you crazy bitch" tone)
me: hi. so, did you talk to the manager yet?
him: i left her a note, but i guess she didn't come in today. what i can do is call her cell and tell her your situation and find out if she's interested.
me: oh, that'd be great.
him: i'll do that, but i have a customer coming in right now, so i have to go.
me: thank you so much, that's awesome, bye.
so i call back, like two hours later, right before they close.
me: hi, this is angela, i..
him: HI ANGELA. (another "crazy bitch" tone)
me: so did you talk to her?
him: she didn't answer but i left a message for her telling her she has some applications waiting for her when she comes in next, and that you're one of them.
me: awesome, so i should call her tomorrow maybe?
him: if you really want to.
me: what time does she come in?
him: honestly, i don't know. i have school and she usually comes in in the morning to pick up the deposit and then leaves.
me: oh, okay, so just sometime in the morning?
him: (LONG PAUSE) listen, i admire your willingness to know if you're IN, or whatever, but she's like, really busy right now. she's trying to open up another store, which is why she needs more help, so the people that work here can go over there and she can get new people over here. so if i were you i would just chill for a while and let her call YOU.
me: oh. okay. well thanks a lot for your help!
him: no problem, later.
me: bye.
so, basically, i'm a crazy bitch and i should never call them again, is what he's trying to say? right. seriously, i hate looking for jobs. you either don't try hard enough or you try too hard. i don't get it. what IS a good time to call? what isn't?
i don't care if i annoy the living shit out of him, i'm calling back friday and seeing what happened. if she didn't look at my app by then, i'm going in there and shoving it in her face, taking down the now hiring sign, putting on a fucking apron, or whatever, and i'm going to go behind the counter and ask her how to work the damn dry clean machines. she can't refuse me a job then, right? she might be able to call the cops on my psycho ass, but she can't refuse me a job.
i've been trying to get this job at the cleaners five minutes down the street from tommy's for a few days now, and every day i call them back and ask them if they've reviewed my app yet. each day they say not yet, but they will. today i called and talked to bryan, whom i've been talking to a lot recently. our conversation went something like:
me: hi, this is angela, i turned in an applic..
him: hi angela. (like the "i know who you are you crazy bitch" tone)
me: hi. so, did you talk to the manager yet?
him: i left her a note, but i guess she didn't come in today. what i can do is call her cell and tell her your situation and find out if she's interested.
me: oh, that'd be great.
him: i'll do that, but i have a customer coming in right now, so i have to go.
me: thank you so much, that's awesome, bye.
so i call back, like two hours later, right before they close.
me: hi, this is angela, i..
him: HI ANGELA. (another "crazy bitch" tone)
me: so did you talk to her?
him: she didn't answer but i left a message for her telling her she has some applications waiting for her when she comes in next, and that you're one of them.
me: awesome, so i should call her tomorrow maybe?
him: if you really want to.
me: what time does she come in?
him: honestly, i don't know. i have school and she usually comes in in the morning to pick up the deposit and then leaves.
me: oh, okay, so just sometime in the morning?
him: (LONG PAUSE) listen, i admire your willingness to know if you're IN, or whatever, but she's like, really busy right now. she's trying to open up another store, which is why she needs more help, so the people that work here can go over there and she can get new people over here. so if i were you i would just chill for a while and let her call YOU.
me: oh. okay. well thanks a lot for your help!
him: no problem, later.
me: bye.
so, basically, i'm a crazy bitch and i should never call them again, is what he's trying to say? right. seriously, i hate looking for jobs. you either don't try hard enough or you try too hard. i don't get it. what IS a good time to call? what isn't?
i don't care if i annoy the living shit out of him, i'm calling back friday and seeing what happened. if she didn't look at my app by then, i'm going in there and shoving it in her face, taking down the now hiring sign, putting on a fucking apron, or whatever, and i'm going to go behind the counter and ask her how to work the damn dry clean machines. she can't refuse me a job then, right? she might be able to call the cops on my psycho ass, but she can't refuse me a job.