Staying in this room is what'll make you sick!
Oh, Chiiro you inspire us all.
So interview yesterday. Not bad. My answers weren't as strong as I would have liked. but I walk in and this one girl's like, "Hey you're in for the interview, huh?" "Yeah," I said. "I knew when you called you sounded like that one guy from Wal Greens." "Cool, so am I hired now?" was my reply, along with a sneeze. And then James came up to the counter, "Juan, right?" "That's me." And I started talking with them and I thought it was cool cus I knew these people just from shopping there. I can't remember their names though it's been a while. I'm sorry The one lady's brought in film a few times. So I had two interviews and they went relatively well. It's just funny that every bookstore I head in to they always direct me to the cafe. Baristas are always needed. Well, many of the Borders on this side of the coast are merging or something with Seattle's Best. So their cafe is being redone and they need some new people to come in and join the team. Which is fine. I could be a hip, energetic barista.
And then the more depressing part of my day. Confronting, and trying to console my manager. Poor guy. I made the mistake of telling him I applied at Ritz Camera, and he goes, "That son of a bitch just used me!" Mr. Crampton says, "He didn't even leave you a 20 on the nightstand huh?" "Not huh." Heh. I feel like such a bastard for quitting. Oh well. A bad tendency of mine is to stick to a decision no matter how senseless it may seem. My parents were pissed when I called in the other day. My mother asks, "Won't they get mad?" And me being me I just shrug and go back to sleep.
My body is so fucked up right now. I don't know what's going on. I'm cold. I'm hot. I'm cold. PG Flashes. And my hand's always atwitch. *sneezes* Work last night wasn't bad though. Everything felt like it slowed down twenty miles a hour. But I got through it ok. At one point I became a little obscene but we'll just skip over that like a bag hangover.
So interview yesterday. Not bad. My answers weren't as strong as I would have liked. but I walk in and this one girl's like, "Hey you're in for the interview, huh?" "Yeah," I said. "I knew when you called you sounded like that one guy from Wal Greens." "Cool, so am I hired now?" was my reply, along with a sneeze. And then James came up to the counter, "Juan, right?" "That's me." And I started talking with them and I thought it was cool cus I knew these people just from shopping there. I can't remember their names though it's been a while. I'm sorry The one lady's brought in film a few times. So I had two interviews and they went relatively well. It's just funny that every bookstore I head in to they always direct me to the cafe. Baristas are always needed. Well, many of the Borders on this side of the coast are merging or something with Seattle's Best. So their cafe is being redone and they need some new people to come in and join the team. Which is fine. I could be a hip, energetic barista.
And then the more depressing part of my day. Confronting, and trying to console my manager. Poor guy. I made the mistake of telling him I applied at Ritz Camera, and he goes, "That son of a bitch just used me!" Mr. Crampton says, "He didn't even leave you a 20 on the nightstand huh?" "Not huh." Heh. I feel like such a bastard for quitting. Oh well. A bad tendency of mine is to stick to a decision no matter how senseless it may seem. My parents were pissed when I called in the other day. My mother asks, "Won't they get mad?" And me being me I just shrug and go back to sleep.
My body is so fucked up right now. I don't know what's going on. I'm cold. I'm hot. I'm cold. PG Flashes. And my hand's always atwitch. *sneezes* Work last night wasn't bad though. Everything felt like it slowed down twenty miles a hour. But I got through it ok. At one point I became a little obscene but we'll just skip over that like a bag hangover.