I drove a van in the city today. I went up eighth avenue and down Broadway. Inside the van were twelve girls in pink trench coats. I would drop them off at various spots in the city. At the end of the day I picked them up. I will do it again tomorrow. This is the type of thing I do for money.
I need a regular job. I went out several days last week, looking. I've documented my job search outfits with my cellular phone.
I wore the same blue tie each day. I would usually take my cap off to be proffesional. No one gave me a job. I think it might be because I was always keeping this real serious face, and saying. "I will eat food off the customers plates." People can't tell you're joking when you're scowling all day.