Drive-by posting. Job-hunting and room-painting and lack of wireless internet (dad's computer = so. sloow.) is leaving me too blah to do LJ stuff.
Job-hunting is a pain in the arse and v. demoralising. I'm sorely tempted to apply for a bar job (no experience necessary!) at
Club La Salsa for the "erotic lap-dancing" lulz. I totally would, only I
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That, and I WOULD HAVE TO TELL MY PARENTS. And my father has an excedingly low opinion of such establishments and would be all WTFAREYOUTHINKING and URGONNAGETRAPED (hours are 9pm-5am) And I get where he's coming from, because while the performers don't bother me, I imagine the clientele to be overwhelmingly rly rly drunk, obnoxious young men. :(
But I'm still tempted, because imagine if I got the job?! How hilarious would that be?!! Also, training and experience for our road-trip.
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Should I upload some?
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