Say it with me: Motherfucker!
It's been a long day and a half.
So I'd heard nothing from Wal-Mart in Fayetteville, where I'd intended to work prior to that whole nearly-being fired thing. My thought process Wednesday was: "Fuck. I'm moving to escape debt, and yet I will have no job when I get there." Thus came the decision to go to Huntsville tomorrow, job hunt, and then do my 6:45-11 shift. Go home at 11:15 Wednesday night, go straight to bed, wake up around 6:30 Thursday morning, go to work for my paycheck, job hunt, and then work, to be more appropriate.
So of course, everything turned out exactly like that. Uh-huh.
I got off work late, then chilled out in the parking lot with Cornelius, Lavonda, and some other girl who works there, so I got home after midnight. Then I had the brilliant idea of chilling out on the computer. Get to bed after one, wake up around 6:30, rush to get ready. I have my kit in hand, stuff to take home in the car, everything's great. I lock the door. Realize that my cell phone and my reference sheet are in the house, and I have no keys. So I spent the next five minutes banging on the door until Andy let me in. Thus, I didn't leave Piedmont till about twenty after. Got to Wal-Mart around eight, left there about ten after.
Breakfast at McD's, and then I hit 431 and took it all the way home, getting to Huntsville around 10:30. Great music on the way. Jesus, I miss 95.1 and 106.1, The Rocket and TAK respectively.
From 10:30 to 3, I hit Blockbuster's, Wolf Camera, a ham place, Applebee's by Stadium Place, Wal-Mart, Williams Sonoma, Hot Topic, Finish Line, a really shitty clothing place called Buckle, a cellphone kiosk thingie, Books-A-Million, and Applebee's on the Parkway, and probably more. I filled out at least seven app's, and they usually told me that they were hiring or taking app's only to have me fill them out and let the manager tell me, "We're not hiring again ever! We hired THREE PEOPLE just last week! That's enough people to last us until CHRISTMAS SEASON 2186! FUCK OFF!" Buckle was particularly guilty of this, not to mention this lovely chat:
MANAGER: Can you come back tomorrow?
ME: Um, no. I drove up here from Anniston specifically for job hunting today.
MANAGER: Oh. ...Can you come back in an hour, then?
So I did. We had a five-minute interview, followed by "Sorry, not hiring." Why the fuck didn't you tell me that before, you dirty STD-ridden hooker?
The Wal-Mart I checked out seriously took the air out of my tires. I tried the little electronic hiring thing, but as soon as I gave my social, it said I wasn't reeligible for hire. I took that to mean "We're firing you, go eat a dick," but Tabitha told me later that it means, "You're already working for one, dumbass." Well, shit.
But just as all hope was gone, Isildur, son of the--wait. No, scratch that. Just as I was getting really pissed off, I hit Applebee's on the Parkway. I'm in as a server. It seems like a really fun and lively place. Waiter's pay, but I can work around that. Despite my desire to piss people off from time to time, I can bullshit them like nobody's business if I have to. I'm still saddened by the grand-MILF I met there.
So I booked it back to work, and my car was acting funny around Boaz. I was irritated about that mightily, but more worried I'd die along the way. Fortunately, I made it to work okay, and I hardly did anything the entire night. There was some confusion regarding the gay dude that comes in and hangs out with me, but I think it got cleared up. For now. That was causing me a headache, and I know she won't read this, but Tabitha is a saint for listening to me bitch all last night. Even when I loudly pointed out that everyone looks the same when you can only see the tops of their heads.
Got home, relieved stress until three o'clock, went to sleep. And just as things were really looking up (read: I was deeply asleep), Wal-Mart calls.
Apparently, my personnel manager is still under the impression that I'm trying to transfer, so she called early today (read: 11:30) to see what's going on. I told her I'd heard nothing from Wal-Mart, so I got another job. She told me that if I did, my job wouldn't be waiting on me when I got back. So now I have the option of working at the place I DON'T want to work, but having a job when I get back (in theory), and getting a good job for three months, but not having my job here when I return, only having a slight chance at getting a job at an Applebee's here when I get back. Assuming Wal-Mart isn't firing me altogether.
...
Oh, boy! Moving and dealing with new jobs! I love moving and dealing with new jobs!
Oh, boy! A fork in my eye! I love a fork in my eye!
So I'd heard nothing from Wal-Mart in Fayetteville, where I'd intended to work prior to that whole nearly-being fired thing. My thought process Wednesday was: "Fuck. I'm moving to escape debt, and yet I will have no job when I get there." Thus came the decision to go to Huntsville tomorrow, job hunt, and then do my 6:45-11 shift. Go home at 11:15 Wednesday night, go straight to bed, wake up around 6:30 Thursday morning, go to work for my paycheck, job hunt, and then work, to be more appropriate.
So of course, everything turned out exactly like that. Uh-huh.
I got off work late, then chilled out in the parking lot with Cornelius, Lavonda, and some other girl who works there, so I got home after midnight. Then I had the brilliant idea of chilling out on the computer. Get to bed after one, wake up around 6:30, rush to get ready. I have my kit in hand, stuff to take home in the car, everything's great. I lock the door. Realize that my cell phone and my reference sheet are in the house, and I have no keys. So I spent the next five minutes banging on the door until Andy let me in. Thus, I didn't leave Piedmont till about twenty after. Got to Wal-Mart around eight, left there about ten after.
Breakfast at McD's, and then I hit 431 and took it all the way home, getting to Huntsville around 10:30. Great music on the way. Jesus, I miss 95.1 and 106.1, The Rocket and TAK respectively.
From 10:30 to 3, I hit Blockbuster's, Wolf Camera, a ham place, Applebee's by Stadium Place, Wal-Mart, Williams Sonoma, Hot Topic, Finish Line, a really shitty clothing place called Buckle, a cellphone kiosk thingie, Books-A-Million, and Applebee's on the Parkway, and probably more. I filled out at least seven app's, and they usually told me that they were hiring or taking app's only to have me fill them out and let the manager tell me, "We're not hiring again ever! We hired THREE PEOPLE just last week! That's enough people to last us until CHRISTMAS SEASON 2186! FUCK OFF!" Buckle was particularly guilty of this, not to mention this lovely chat:
MANAGER: Can you come back tomorrow?
ME: Um, no. I drove up here from Anniston specifically for job hunting today.
MANAGER: Oh. ...Can you come back in an hour, then?
So I did. We had a five-minute interview, followed by "Sorry, not hiring." Why the fuck didn't you tell me that before, you dirty STD-ridden hooker?
The Wal-Mart I checked out seriously took the air out of my tires. I tried the little electronic hiring thing, but as soon as I gave my social, it said I wasn't reeligible for hire. I took that to mean "We're firing you, go eat a dick," but Tabitha told me later that it means, "You're already working for one, dumbass." Well, shit.
But just as all hope was gone, Isildur, son of the--wait. No, scratch that. Just as I was getting really pissed off, I hit Applebee's on the Parkway. I'm in as a server. It seems like a really fun and lively place. Waiter's pay, but I can work around that. Despite my desire to piss people off from time to time, I can bullshit them like nobody's business if I have to. I'm still saddened by the grand-MILF I met there.
So I booked it back to work, and my car was acting funny around Boaz. I was irritated about that mightily, but more worried I'd die along the way. Fortunately, I made it to work okay, and I hardly did anything the entire night. There was some confusion regarding the gay dude that comes in and hangs out with me, but I think it got cleared up. For now. That was causing me a headache, and I know she won't read this, but Tabitha is a saint for listening to me bitch all last night. Even when I loudly pointed out that everyone looks the same when you can only see the tops of their heads.
Got home, relieved stress until three o'clock, went to sleep. And just as things were really looking up (read: I was deeply asleep), Wal-Mart calls.
Apparently, my personnel manager is still under the impression that I'm trying to transfer, so she called early today (read: 11:30) to see what's going on. I told her I'd heard nothing from Wal-Mart, so I got another job. She told me that if I did, my job wouldn't be waiting on me when I got back. So now I have the option of working at the place I DON'T want to work, but having a job when I get back (in theory), and getting a good job for three months, but not having my job here when I return, only having a slight chance at getting a job at an Applebee's here when I get back. Assuming Wal-Mart isn't firing me altogether.
...
Oh, boy! Moving and dealing with new jobs! I love moving and dealing with new jobs!
Oh, boy! A fork in my eye! I love a fork in my eye!