arizonas st cats
i had chloe set the alarm for me this morning for around 11, i woke up , hit the snooze button, slept for another hour, woke up, jacked off, then watched a mitch headburg special that i downloaded, then i was off to talk to a temp agency that im signed up with.
as i climb my steps to leave, my door knocks, i think its ryan coming to grab some weed i had for him, but no, its my neighbour J , and he says to get dressed, he has a job for me...
its bouncing, and not the fun kind, with a dodge ball either, anyways i'm always one for new experiences so away i went to apply for this job.
just pulling up to the place i noticed it wasnt a business at all, but a normal small house, kinda shitty, normal for this hood, then out back i was to find "the back door", this back door was about 3.5 feet tall, and very thin, the type of door you might find protecting garbage bins under a deck or something. the doorway leads down a small flight of stairs to a room (dark) filled with 2 way radios (walkie talkies) and a whord of black combination brief cases, 2 couches and a urinating puppy, possibly of pitbull / pug lineage.
i filled out some shadey paper work explaining that the private businesses themselves pay us not this company in particular, and a short while later, im in a compact car stuffed full of weird dudes (1 an obvious nazi bonehead, he later told me how much he hated niggers) racing towards st cats to a club that can serve up to 3000 people, all brock students i guess
we got there a bit late, the club seemed like a cool enough place, the type of place chloe might like
and drunk young people wearing pink everywhere.
bouncing was pretty much awfull, they had me stand on a chair for 7 hours, no break at all, no smoking till the end of shift, i had a girl tell me i had lovely breath, it was lovely indeed because of the half pack of clorets i was chewing on. at one point the gum made me feel sick, and i barfed in my mouth hah. but i held fast, i stood on my chair, hands crossed, held low, just over my man package, just like vanilla ice on the ice ice baby album cover
7 hours later, hyper sensitive nerve damaged legs and feet are wobbley and very very sore indeed, but the lights come on, its nearing the end of the night, time for me to see the fruits of my labour...
we all gather up front, waiting for our pay, and now is when they mention paying company dues, and transportation fees
so they basicly handed me 60 bucks but then i had to give 10 bucks right back.
so i stood on a chair for 7 hours, without i single drag of a smoke, for 50 bucks.
wtf
i give up
p.s. what the fuck is with the pink?
nearly every dude was wearing a pink shirt + pink hat, at first i thought it was something to do with a school group, like the preppy mohawk wearing guelph students, but i asked around (what is up with all the pink?) and no one answered with anything but suddenly noticing an overwhelming level of pink clothes.
so its finally really happened, pink really is the new black
and i'm very seriosly trying to find a way to go to school
p.s. again
did anyone see oprah say she didnt think she was lucky today, as though she worked hard enough to deserve her empire??
what a stupid bitch hah, i could just shit in her mouth for saying that.
rich people are so rotten sometimes.
as i climb my steps to leave, my door knocks, i think its ryan coming to grab some weed i had for him, but no, its my neighbour J , and he says to get dressed, he has a job for me...
its bouncing, and not the fun kind, with a dodge ball either, anyways i'm always one for new experiences so away i went to apply for this job.
just pulling up to the place i noticed it wasnt a business at all, but a normal small house, kinda shitty, normal for this hood, then out back i was to find "the back door", this back door was about 3.5 feet tall, and very thin, the type of door you might find protecting garbage bins under a deck or something. the doorway leads down a small flight of stairs to a room (dark) filled with 2 way radios (walkie talkies) and a whord of black combination brief cases, 2 couches and a urinating puppy, possibly of pitbull / pug lineage.
i filled out some shadey paper work explaining that the private businesses themselves pay us not this company in particular, and a short while later, im in a compact car stuffed full of weird dudes (1 an obvious nazi bonehead, he later told me how much he hated niggers) racing towards st cats to a club that can serve up to 3000 people, all brock students i guess
we got there a bit late, the club seemed like a cool enough place, the type of place chloe might like
and drunk young people wearing pink everywhere.
bouncing was pretty much awfull, they had me stand on a chair for 7 hours, no break at all, no smoking till the end of shift, i had a girl tell me i had lovely breath, it was lovely indeed because of the half pack of clorets i was chewing on. at one point the gum made me feel sick, and i barfed in my mouth hah. but i held fast, i stood on my chair, hands crossed, held low, just over my man package, just like vanilla ice on the ice ice baby album cover
7 hours later, hyper sensitive nerve damaged legs and feet are wobbley and very very sore indeed, but the lights come on, its nearing the end of the night, time for me to see the fruits of my labour...
we all gather up front, waiting for our pay, and now is when they mention paying company dues, and transportation fees
so they basicly handed me 60 bucks but then i had to give 10 bucks right back.
so i stood on a chair for 7 hours, without i single drag of a smoke, for 50 bucks.
wtf
i give up
p.s. what the fuck is with the pink?
nearly every dude was wearing a pink shirt + pink hat, at first i thought it was something to do with a school group, like the preppy mohawk wearing guelph students, but i asked around (what is up with all the pink?) and no one answered with anything but suddenly noticing an overwhelming level of pink clothes.
so its finally really happened, pink really is the new black
and i'm very seriosly trying to find a way to go to school
p.s. again
did anyone see oprah say she didnt think she was lucky today, as though she worked hard enough to deserve her empire??
what a stupid bitch hah, i could just shit in her mouth for saying that.
rich people are so rotten sometimes.