Jun 19, 2006 00:33
So, that job was for the birds. Is that the saying? Yeah, I quit PIRG on Friday and I couldn't have felt happier for all of two days. The potential to do well at that job is there, but I had a hard time checking my soul at the door. I did well at it on Wednesday and Thursday, but on Friday I earned $0.00 for all of my work, so I kept my average (I'll make $300 for this past week of insane, time-consuming work; about $5.50/hour considering the extra time I put into it) and basically quit on the spot. I originally thought that PIRG would be a good academic experience, but really it is a job of the most-degrading and annoying nature. I'm glad I didn't tough it out. As a result I need a job because I don't have enough cashola to make next month's rent.
Speaking of which I moved in with three guys in downtown Tempe named Bobby, Bryan, and Eric. They are cool guys but I haven't really hung out with any of them because of conflicting work schedules (and now I've spent the entire weekend with Janel). I have a big stack of job applications that I am going to fill out in the morning, but I am tired right now - my brain age is 57 as a result of said tiredness. Janel is on my back right now, rubbing my shoulders. She is now doing a soft-shoe and singing about the migration patterns of gulls. Or she may still just be rubbing my shoulders. We have been watching Kids in the Hall together; we may watch another episode now.
More on the new job search as it develops.