THANK. JESUS. OR WHOMSOEVER IT WAS.
.... I have an interview.
THANK YOU GOD ALMIGHTY, ALLAH, FUCKING ZEUS, I DONT FUCKING CARE. I have. An interview. Tomorrow at 3:30.
Praises be sung on high, the stress may ACTUALLY go down BEFORE fucking finals week. Wouldn't THAT be a pip and a half? Jesus Mary Mother of Joseph.
Restaurant job. That's nice. They'll start me as a Hostess at 9.00 per hour which is HARDLY something I'm going to bitch about when I spent the majority of last Summer working for 8 dollars with sales requirements and commission "goals" (bullshit, if you didn't sell 100$ of merchandise an HOUR regardless of how busy it was and how many other associates were in the building, you'd get written up for productivity issues and if you got written up three times, you'd be fired. This is a note to the wise out there. If The Sharper Image is hiring, RUN LIKE HELL AND DON'T LOOK BACK. Even despirate measures still don't call for an application filled out at that hell hole) ... and ended up killing myself at it.
This place would be really... really great. In all liklihood though, I won't be able to hit up the forty hours a week that I'd *LIKE* to put in over the Summer (for those of you who don't know and I doubt there are many, 30+ a week is full time, I think over 40 a week is overtime in most places) .. but 20 hours a week is all right for me. As long as I'm making some money, I'm cool. I just want a fucking job. Chances are if I'm a really good employee, they'll give me more hours, too, which is nice. Might move me from Hosting to Serving, from Serving to bartending, and THAT is where the real 'restaurant job' money is.
So ... send me all the good vibes you can, people. I'm going to need them. If I can land this job, I'll be in the clear for relaxing about my money. .. and that'd be very nice, indeed.
Loves
Spo
THANK YOU GOD ALMIGHTY, ALLAH, FUCKING ZEUS, I DONT FUCKING CARE. I have. An interview. Tomorrow at 3:30.
Praises be sung on high, the stress may ACTUALLY go down BEFORE fucking finals week. Wouldn't THAT be a pip and a half? Jesus Mary Mother of Joseph.
Restaurant job. That's nice. They'll start me as a Hostess at 9.00 per hour which is HARDLY something I'm going to bitch about when I spent the majority of last Summer working for 8 dollars with sales requirements and commission "goals" (bullshit, if you didn't sell 100$ of merchandise an HOUR regardless of how busy it was and how many other associates were in the building, you'd get written up for productivity issues and if you got written up three times, you'd be fired. This is a note to the wise out there. If The Sharper Image is hiring, RUN LIKE HELL AND DON'T LOOK BACK. Even despirate measures still don't call for an application filled out at that hell hole) ... and ended up killing myself at it.
This place would be really... really great. In all liklihood though, I won't be able to hit up the forty hours a week that I'd *LIKE* to put in over the Summer (for those of you who don't know and I doubt there are many, 30+ a week is full time, I think over 40 a week is overtime in most places) .. but 20 hours a week is all right for me. As long as I'm making some money, I'm cool. I just want a fucking job. Chances are if I'm a really good employee, they'll give me more hours, too, which is nice. Might move me from Hosting to Serving, from Serving to bartending, and THAT is where the real 'restaurant job' money is.
So ... send me all the good vibes you can, people. I'm going to need them. If I can land this job, I'll be in the clear for relaxing about my money. .. and that'd be very nice, indeed.
Loves
Spo