violated. exploited. humiliated.
A few days ago, i got a job by sending in my picture to the rosemont real estate expo team. I got the job not really knowing anything about what i was going to be doing, because first of all, I was the only kid there that didn't have an interview for some reason, everyone else had one, but anyways, my job title was "ambassador of fun" I was issued a lovely Dego t-shirt that was see through, small, and extremely gay looking. I would rather have been shirtless. (on a side note, one of the other kids had to go in for an interview and was girlled by questions. they even felt his bicep to see if he would look good in the dego...what kind of real estate expo is this?) I spent about 2 hours giving high fives and pumping up the crowd. The boss came up to my during the high fives and shanagins and asked if i wanted to go up on stage and dance in front of 20,000 thousand people. there was no chance of me going up on stage wearing that stupid fucking dego, especailly with all the big monitors, cameras and the massive crowds. I looked like and idiot in that thing. I felt violated, exploited and humiliated. It was terrible. But the big fat pay check i get is going to make it all worth it. I'm doing it again tomorrow, but i plan on hiding out for a long period of time, because i doubt they will even notice i'm missing. wish me luck. I'm going to try and talk to donald trump.