all this time, im living out my dream
today was my first day of work, and it was awesome. As a job, it is shit. I am an assembly line worker whose sole task is to fill various boxes with packing peanuts, seal them with a tape gun, then slide them over to another guy. However, as a dead end 3 month summer job, it is the greatest thing that I could have been handed. My two favorite parts of the literally 6 minute long training process
ME "Is there any type of dress code?"
BOSS "Well, it does get pretty hot here in July..."
ME "So what exactly is expected of this packing job? Am I supposed to do a lot or a little?"
VICKIE "Try to imagine getting a package in the mail. How would you like that package rapped?"
ME "With such an ungodly amount of styrafoam peanuts and packaging tape that I would never in a million years switch to any other shipping company."
VIVKIE "Um..."
BOSS "I like the way you think."
the rest of my day i split between karissa and selling booze to minors. Well, other minors. Besides visiting a pawn shop, selling my vodka is pretty much the last business venture left between now and my first paycheck (whenever the hell that will be) and Greg needs gas.
Speaking of greg, and gas, alex davis and I are planning a camping trip. Adventure. Thing. I dont really know what to call it yet. im sure it will be car based but with all the hobo reminescense of camping. The general plan is a car full of guys, just bare stuff for a few days, and drive 4 or 5 hours in some direction. Maybe outer banks? It seems noone i know has really expored out there much, plus last time i was there it seemed like the more vegetated, less touristy version of south carolina.
8 dollars and hour,
And let's be honest, even if it is for 8 hours straight, playing with a tape gun never quite gets old
ME "Is there any type of dress code?"
BOSS "Well, it does get pretty hot here in July..."
ME "So what exactly is expected of this packing job? Am I supposed to do a lot or a little?"
VICKIE "Try to imagine getting a package in the mail. How would you like that package rapped?"
ME "With such an ungodly amount of styrafoam peanuts and packaging tape that I would never in a million years switch to any other shipping company."
VIVKIE "Um..."
BOSS "I like the way you think."
the rest of my day i split between karissa and selling booze to minors. Well, other minors. Besides visiting a pawn shop, selling my vodka is pretty much the last business venture left between now and my first paycheck (whenever the hell that will be) and Greg needs gas.
Speaking of greg, and gas, alex davis and I are planning a camping trip. Adventure. Thing. I dont really know what to call it yet. im sure it will be car based but with all the hobo reminescense of camping. The general plan is a car full of guys, just bare stuff for a few days, and drive 4 or 5 hours in some direction. Maybe outer banks? It seems noone i know has really expored out there much, plus last time i was there it seemed like the more vegetated, less touristy version of south carolina.
8 dollars and hour,
And let's be honest, even if it is for 8 hours straight, playing with a tape gun never quite gets old