"You shut your mouth when you're talking to me!"
So I've been finding out that job hunting itself might as well be a full time job. It's about as stressful, not to mention time consuming! Only, you're not getting paid for your extreme troubles. Grr. This entire week I have done nothing but fill out stupid job applications, and I've basically only applied to like 4 places. I have to go get my OWN criminal background check. For you commoners, that'll be about 10 bones, but I've got the hookup, cause a certain Mario Rodriguez happens to work at a background check company :D ... but I think my problem is that I've been looking for the "perfect" job. What the hell is that? No such thing; I've given up any smidgeon of hope I ever had left.
I called a mysterious number from the classifieds whose headline read, "Want to get paid for waving?" I said, "Yes, I sure do," and dialed right up. So it happens that I have myself a tentative interview with the Liberty Income Tax people for the job of the waving Statue of Liberty you see running headfirst into traffic along S. College road. The lady on the phone said that the job would entail "waving at cars from the side of the road dressed as Lady Liberty. Also, we would bring you along with a box of doughnuts when we make trips to visit important clients." Classy. Apparently, it's not a job that many peole stick with, judging from the fact that you're eligible for a raise after only one week. I almost want to do it, simply for the sheer hilarity of it all. I could wave at cars in the morning, and then juggle miniature voodoo heads at the nearby midget camp in the evenings! It's perfect! And wouldn't it be just wonderful to see how racially tolerant of a country we are ... to see a small asian girl, representing an historic American icon, jumping around like an idiot curbside one of the busiest roads in Wilmington? And believe me, I would jump. Like a little Mexican jumping bean on crack. Crack laced with speed. Just think, and let out that breath of awe you've been holding in. I chuckled to myself for a good hour or so after that phone call.
I think I'm just going to pack all of my belongings into a bandana, tie it on the end of a manageably-sized tree limb, and hop on the back of railroad cars filled with sheep, goats, and other animal life. I'll grow a beard and make sure my boots have holes in the toes, for the sake of authenticity. Everybody knows you can't be a hobo without toe holes. Well, if I mysteriously disappear, and just enough of my belongings are missing to fill a small bandana, you know where I've gone. Either that, or I've wedged myself between the ties and dress pants in Aaron's suitcase and am well on my way to Florida ... suckaaas! :P
I called a mysterious number from the classifieds whose headline read, "Want to get paid for waving?" I said, "Yes, I sure do," and dialed right up. So it happens that I have myself a tentative interview with the Liberty Income Tax people for the job of the waving Statue of Liberty you see running headfirst into traffic along S. College road. The lady on the phone said that the job would entail "waving at cars from the side of the road dressed as Lady Liberty. Also, we would bring you along with a box of doughnuts when we make trips to visit important clients." Classy. Apparently, it's not a job that many peole stick with, judging from the fact that you're eligible for a raise after only one week. I almost want to do it, simply for the sheer hilarity of it all. I could wave at cars in the morning, and then juggle miniature voodoo heads at the nearby midget camp in the evenings! It's perfect! And wouldn't it be just wonderful to see how racially tolerant of a country we are ... to see a small asian girl, representing an historic American icon, jumping around like an idiot curbside one of the busiest roads in Wilmington? And believe me, I would jump. Like a little Mexican jumping bean on crack. Crack laced with speed. Just think, and let out that breath of awe you've been holding in. I chuckled to myself for a good hour or so after that phone call.
I think I'm just going to pack all of my belongings into a bandana, tie it on the end of a manageably-sized tree limb, and hop on the back of railroad cars filled with sheep, goats, and other animal life. I'll grow a beard and make sure my boots have holes in the toes, for the sake of authenticity. Everybody knows you can't be a hobo without toe holes. Well, if I mysteriously disappear, and just enough of my belongings are missing to fill a small bandana, you know where I've gone. Either that, or I've wedged myself between the ties and dress pants in Aaron's suitcase and am well on my way to Florida ... suckaaas! :P