"I still have a mortgage and a puppy to feed so I knew I had to get a part time job..."
So I was just looking at the "interests" section in my profile here on lj. It's funny how in just a few years so many things change (Adam Brody, Adam Rickitt and Jennifer Garner are so 3 years ago) and how some things never change (jerking off, tight t-shirts and the film nowhere are still some of my favorite things). It does seem like an eternity ago that I was hanging out with bobofcups and co. and obsessing over the latest episodes of the O.C. and Alias.
Even the constants are changing, while I'm still working at the same full time job in the Boston Design Center this economy has slowed down quite a bit so we're all on a mandatory four-day a week work schedule. I've opted to continue taking Fridays off for the summer like I do every year so I'm only working three days a week. Tuesdays are my new hump day!
I still have a mortgage and a puppy to feed so I knew I had to get a part time job. I tried in vane to get a job at my gymnasium Boston Sports Club. I was told to go online and fill out the application, which as it turns out is also the application for the FBI or so I assume. It was like a 45 page psychological profile. It took me about 45 minutes to fill it out. Some of the questions were totally ridiculous like, "Do you sometimes wish it would be easier to have no friends?" or "Do people who talk a lot annoy you?" Every question was clearly designed to deduce whether or not you're going to totally suck at customer service and/or strangle a customer; you'd have to be a moron to answer incorrectly, no matter what your true answer was, I mean the purpose of the application is to actually get the job. I thought to myself do they really need to know all this information about my personality. I'm just going to be handing out towels and checking people in. I waited and waited and even had a friend who works there ask them about my application several times but they kept saying they had to try and 'find' it etc.
After I got sick of waiting, I talked to the woman downstairs in the retail space of our condo complex to see if they were looking for any more help. I couldn't find a better commute unless I decided to open up my condo to the public as a vintage lunchbox musuem. Anywho, they had just opened their doggie dayspa/daycare a few weeks earlier and I'd already become friendly with the gay that's working there so he mentioned it to her and she basically asked me what I wanted to do and when. I wasn't really sure what they did. So on the fly I just said I didn't want to wash any dogs. I can barely stand washing my own dog. I think I may hate the water slightly more than he does.
A few days later I was working Thursdays and Fridays in their doggie daycare section. They have two large rooms with rubber floors (like the gym) and they keep the small dogs in one room and the large dogs in another room. I'm the small dog guy. It's great. I get to bring my dog Cappy and my portable DVD player. Small dogs run out of steam after an hour or so of chasing each other so there is a lot of down time. I just have to make sure they don't fight too hardcore, I throw the ball around a little and I let them chase and sleep on me. As part time jobs go, it's easy peasy.
I just got myself a library card because they rent DVDs for free. I've started a little loser/loner/outcast film festival for myself. In the past six weeks I've seen: Into the Wild, Charlie Bartlett, Mermaids, My Girl, Lars & the Real Girl, Lucas, The Gate, Margot at the Wedding, Sex Drive, Euro Trip, Mysterious Skin, and Halloween 6. The dogs are really fun, there are usually between 8 and 10 dogs, a lot of regulars. Do you have a favorite loser/loner/outcast film you think I should see? Let me know!
I've also made another best friend here...you can never have too many. His name is Daniel, the gay, and he just moved here this past year with his boyfriend from California. He has a nice aura and a gentle soul--I tend to attract people from both opposite spectrums: i.e. gentle spirits or complete and utter disasters. I'm trying to pull the gs's closer and distance myself from the people who drain me but it's always a struggle when you love someone whose a mess and almost works against you to get closer. Ahhh. Life. She's a tricky bitch.
Even the constants are changing, while I'm still working at the same full time job in the Boston Design Center this economy has slowed down quite a bit so we're all on a mandatory four-day a week work schedule. I've opted to continue taking Fridays off for the summer like I do every year so I'm only working three days a week. Tuesdays are my new hump day!
I still have a mortgage and a puppy to feed so I knew I had to get a part time job. I tried in vane to get a job at my gymnasium Boston Sports Club. I was told to go online and fill out the application, which as it turns out is also the application for the FBI or so I assume. It was like a 45 page psychological profile. It took me about 45 minutes to fill it out. Some of the questions were totally ridiculous like, "Do you sometimes wish it would be easier to have no friends?" or "Do people who talk a lot annoy you?" Every question was clearly designed to deduce whether or not you're going to totally suck at customer service and/or strangle a customer; you'd have to be a moron to answer incorrectly, no matter what your true answer was, I mean the purpose of the application is to actually get the job. I thought to myself do they really need to know all this information about my personality. I'm just going to be handing out towels and checking people in. I waited and waited and even had a friend who works there ask them about my application several times but they kept saying they had to try and 'find' it etc.
After I got sick of waiting, I talked to the woman downstairs in the retail space of our condo complex to see if they were looking for any more help. I couldn't find a better commute unless I decided to open up my condo to the public as a vintage lunchbox musuem. Anywho, they had just opened their doggie dayspa/daycare a few weeks earlier and I'd already become friendly with the gay that's working there so he mentioned it to her and she basically asked me what I wanted to do and when. I wasn't really sure what they did. So on the fly I just said I didn't want to wash any dogs. I can barely stand washing my own dog. I think I may hate the water slightly more than he does.
A few days later I was working Thursdays and Fridays in their doggie daycare section. They have two large rooms with rubber floors (like the gym) and they keep the small dogs in one room and the large dogs in another room. I'm the small dog guy. It's great. I get to bring my dog Cappy and my portable DVD player. Small dogs run out of steam after an hour or so of chasing each other so there is a lot of down time. I just have to make sure they don't fight too hardcore, I throw the ball around a little and I let them chase and sleep on me. As part time jobs go, it's easy peasy.
I just got myself a library card because they rent DVDs for free. I've started a little loser/loner/outcast film festival for myself. In the past six weeks I've seen: Into the Wild, Charlie Bartlett, Mermaids, My Girl, Lars & the Real Girl, Lucas, The Gate, Margot at the Wedding, Sex Drive, Euro Trip, Mysterious Skin, and Halloween 6. The dogs are really fun, there are usually between 8 and 10 dogs, a lot of regulars. Do you have a favorite loser/loner/outcast film you think I should see? Let me know!
I've also made another best friend here...you can never have too many. His name is Daniel, the gay, and he just moved here this past year with his boyfriend from California. He has a nice aura and a gentle soul--I tend to attract people from both opposite spectrums: i.e. gentle spirits or complete and utter disasters. I'm trying to pull the gs's closer and distance myself from the people who drain me but it's always a struggle when you love someone whose a mess and almost works against you to get closer. Ahhh. Life. She's a tricky bitch.