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So...yes. Today was a good day. I turned in many applications and resumes. And I discovered the power of knee high boots. I think that there is just something built into every straight man that makes them attracted to knee high boots. And you always feel sexy when you where them, so that's fun.
But as I said, I turned in applications. And had a few interesting happenings. For one, I turned in an application at the Ashland Bakery (which is actually a coffee shop). Jason and I went in together to pick up applications. When we went, I kind of checked out the shop...it was cool. Very fancy for a coffee shop, with about three girls working as servers/waitresses and a man who was obviously the guy in charge. Anyway, I asked if they were hiring. They said yes and told me to just bring in a resume.
Two days later, Jason turned in his application. I didn't have mine printed yet, so I didn't go with him. When he went in, they told him that they weren't looking to hire at the moment, but Jason left his resume anyway. When he got home that afternoon, he told me that they weren't hiring anymore.
Today, I went to hand in resumes/apps all over town. On a whim, I decided to drop my resume in at the Bakery anyway, just so that it's there should they start hiring again. I went in, and as I was waiting for someone to talk to, I took in the coffee shop again. As the man behind the counter began to approach me...it hit. The servers...again, they were all...girls. All college aged, beautiful girls. Not a single server was really overweight, not one was slightly homely...and the only men I've seen there have been managers/supervisors, and there's only one in the shop at a time. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and automatically I had an instinct as to what the man would say when I asked if they were still looking to hire. And sure enough, it proved correct. I'd seen him give me a quick inspection when I went in (and what was bizzare was how completely unsexual it was...it wasn't a look like some sleazy 30 year old gives you, more like he was checking a used car for dents.). He beamed at me and told me that indeed, they were hiring. He happily took my resume and told me to come back tomorrow to check (whatever that meant).
At this point, I really don't care about getting the job. I just can't believe it...I promptly called Jason to tell him what happened. He was more amused than pissed off.
Thank god for knee high boots.
But as I said, I turned in applications. And had a few interesting happenings. For one, I turned in an application at the Ashland Bakery (which is actually a coffee shop). Jason and I went in together to pick up applications. When we went, I kind of checked out the shop...it was cool. Very fancy for a coffee shop, with about three girls working as servers/waitresses and a man who was obviously the guy in charge. Anyway, I asked if they were hiring. They said yes and told me to just bring in a resume.
Two days later, Jason turned in his application. I didn't have mine printed yet, so I didn't go with him. When he went in, they told him that they weren't looking to hire at the moment, but Jason left his resume anyway. When he got home that afternoon, he told me that they weren't hiring anymore.
Today, I went to hand in resumes/apps all over town. On a whim, I decided to drop my resume in at the Bakery anyway, just so that it's there should they start hiring again. I went in, and as I was waiting for someone to talk to, I took in the coffee shop again. As the man behind the counter began to approach me...it hit. The servers...again, they were all...girls. All college aged, beautiful girls. Not a single server was really overweight, not one was slightly homely...and the only men I've seen there have been managers/supervisors, and there's only one in the shop at a time. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and automatically I had an instinct as to what the man would say when I asked if they were still looking to hire. And sure enough, it proved correct. I'd seen him give me a quick inspection when I went in (and what was bizzare was how completely unsexual it was...it wasn't a look like some sleazy 30 year old gives you, more like he was checking a used car for dents.). He beamed at me and told me that indeed, they were hiring. He happily took my resume and told me to come back tomorrow to check (whatever that meant).
At this point, I really don't care about getting the job. I just can't believe it...I promptly called Jason to tell him what happened. He was more amused than pissed off.
Thank god for knee high boots.