que sera sera
A month ago while I was in Home Sense I found a "Baby Naming Journal." It seemed like a good thing to have if you were pregnant and overwhelmed with, well, naming your baby. It was the last one of its kind. It was only $3.99. So I bought it, and hid it with my other journals just in case my mom finds it and overreacts.
A man came into the store the other day to drop off a resume. He was friendly, and his resume was printed on cream-coloured paper. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. As soon as the gentleman left Jason came out of the lab and raised an eye-brow, "He's applying?" I looked over his resume, taking note of his education: he went to three or four different colleges and studied Communications, and Radio and Television Broadcasting. He was a journalist for a newspaper. "Why the hell would he want to work in retail?" No, the question is why does he have to distribute resumes in a fricken mall? I am taking Communications Studies. If after four years of school, and I am a few thousand dollars in debt, and the best job I can obtain is a position I already earned without a degree - well I'll be damned. Maybe I wouldn't be so paranoid if I had an actual goal in mind. It used to be "photographer," but then I started school, and with a Combined Honours in Communication and Multimedia my options seemed so broad! But now I see a lot of barriers because this is Humanities we're talking about, where there aren't many positions that need to be filled. No, sir. But there is a huge demand for the service sector.
Of course. The service sector.
Maybe the friendly gentleman lost his job. Maybe he had an arrogant, asshole of a boss who fired him for selfish reasons. I know they exist. Or maybe he recently fell in love with photography and working in a photolab and selling cameras sounds appealing.
Maybe Melinda will hire him. And maybe I will hear his story.
A man came into the store the other day to drop off a resume. He was friendly, and his resume was printed on cream-coloured paper. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. As soon as the gentleman left Jason came out of the lab and raised an eye-brow, "He's applying?" I looked over his resume, taking note of his education: he went to three or four different colleges and studied Communications, and Radio and Television Broadcasting. He was a journalist for a newspaper. "Why the hell would he want to work in retail?" No, the question is why does he have to distribute resumes in a fricken mall? I am taking Communications Studies. If after four years of school, and I am a few thousand dollars in debt, and the best job I can obtain is a position I already earned without a degree - well I'll be damned. Maybe I wouldn't be so paranoid if I had an actual goal in mind. It used to be "photographer," but then I started school, and with a Combined Honours in Communication and Multimedia my options seemed so broad! But now I see a lot of barriers because this is Humanities we're talking about, where there aren't many positions that need to be filled. No, sir. But there is a huge demand for the service sector.
Of course. The service sector.
Maybe the friendly gentleman lost his job. Maybe he had an arrogant, asshole of a boss who fired him for selfish reasons. I know they exist. Or maybe he recently fell in love with photography and working in a photolab and selling cameras sounds appealing.
Maybe Melinda will hire him. And maybe I will hear his story.