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So, after months (years) of no bites, mostly due to having no previous experience, after an afternoon driving up and down a main road finding vets, pet stores and dog groomers on whom to foist my "I Paint Your Pets!" fliers and business cards, getting in and out of a hot car, sweating a bit, my makeup magically disappearing, wearing an old shirt and jeans, with my hair all limp and uncooperative, and my face broken out like a teenager's...
I GET A JOB.
Yup. I've been hired as a hostess for a Bob Evans near my house. Go figure. I get to greet people and take their money. And maybe it's not the best job in the world, but who the hell cares? If you only knew how doubtful I was that anyone was ever going to hire me for anything... Damn. I start tomorrow! Yay! Long hours on my feet, but I don't care, because for the first time in my life, I will be getting paid for those hours!
And I'm sure I'll hate it in a week, but who knows? And the best part is? I don't have to fret about finding a job anymore!
*does a little job dance*
I GET A JOB.
Yup. I've been hired as a hostess for a Bob Evans near my house. Go figure. I get to greet people and take their money. And maybe it's not the best job in the world, but who the hell cares? If you only knew how doubtful I was that anyone was ever going to hire me for anything... Damn. I start tomorrow! Yay! Long hours on my feet, but I don't care, because for the first time in my life, I will be getting paid for those hours!
And I'm sure I'll hate it in a week, but who knows? And the best part is? I don't have to fret about finding a job anymore!
*does a little job dance*