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So, my supervising job at the Mann Center for Performing Arts is over. Null. Inexistant. No more. Nothing drastic, however; the summer session was just over. All summer events are finished. And then, August 31st, I was without a job. I ate stale bagels and cried in the corner underneath the bunkbed in my apartment.
So, after a bit of spelunking, coaxing, and other things I did to get a job, all of which won't be mentioned here because I plan to run for president one day and I'd rather not have any incriminating evidence unearthed from the LiveJournal programmers.
I got a small, pointless job. An insignificant cashier job at a deli and grocery store on South Street. A job which honestly hurts me physically and provides me no sense of closure about the end of my day other than to leave, and tell myself I'm going to quit next time.
Then I started to think... If I'm going to quit, I can really fuck around with them in the meantime. Granted, it's not a horrible job, nor is it worthy of any terrible prank. It's a business and I feel my resources and understanding are quelled. As I stand, attempting to ease the strain the soles of my feet bear under such an extraneous amount of pressure, I feel pointless. When no customers are present, I'm more or less glued to my cashier position to wait. It's a goddamned mess attempting to get help from the managers. Everything is assumed; hardly anything was taught to me. I made $7.50 at my last retail job wiping my ass and now it feels like I'm getting paid $7.00 to wipe it with looseleaf.
So I decided... what's a little bit of harmless jokerstering (misspelling intended) between coworkers and employees? So what if I drink an entire 2 liter of coke and burp on the free samples of cheese? So what if I hide in the freezer and act like I'm trying to time travel? Who's to say it's wrong if I sword fight coworkers with baguettes?
Unless it truly tarnishes the company's name, there isn't much of a problem we'd have, other than the believably distinct possibility I'll have to pack up my shit and leave.
But, oh, they're such nice people.
Then they probably won't mind if I write on a piece of tape "I peed on these", and place it over the fruit section, right?
So, after a bit of spelunking, coaxing, and other things I did to get a job, all of which won't be mentioned here because I plan to run for president one day and I'd rather not have any incriminating evidence unearthed from the LiveJournal programmers.
I got a small, pointless job. An insignificant cashier job at a deli and grocery store on South Street. A job which honestly hurts me physically and provides me no sense of closure about the end of my day other than to leave, and tell myself I'm going to quit next time.
Then I started to think... If I'm going to quit, I can really fuck around with them in the meantime. Granted, it's not a horrible job, nor is it worthy of any terrible prank. It's a business and I feel my resources and understanding are quelled. As I stand, attempting to ease the strain the soles of my feet bear under such an extraneous amount of pressure, I feel pointless. When no customers are present, I'm more or less glued to my cashier position to wait. It's a goddamned mess attempting to get help from the managers. Everything is assumed; hardly anything was taught to me. I made $7.50 at my last retail job wiping my ass and now it feels like I'm getting paid $7.00 to wipe it with looseleaf.
So I decided... what's a little bit of harmless jokerstering (misspelling intended) between coworkers and employees? So what if I drink an entire 2 liter of coke and burp on the free samples of cheese? So what if I hide in the freezer and act like I'm trying to time travel? Who's to say it's wrong if I sword fight coworkers with baguettes?
Unless it truly tarnishes the company's name, there isn't much of a problem we'd have, other than the believably distinct possibility I'll have to pack up my shit and leave.
But, oh, they're such nice people.
Then they probably won't mind if I write on a piece of tape "I peed on these", and place it over the fruit section, right?