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Buckle up, folks.
I got to bed today around 6 in the morning (after a hard night of partyi-...actually, I was posting here. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] ), thinking there's no way I'll hear from any potential employers during the day. Now, I know that the Boy Scouts say "Always be prepared", but I'm pretty sure a lesser known motto is "Don't stay up all night you fat bastard, because someone may call your lazy ass". Sure enough, after a solid 6 hours sleep (I usually get a good 10+, so I was freakin' groggy) my sister wakes me up saying a dollar store called me about making an appointment. And not the dollar store I was expecting, Dollar World. Oh no, the store I actually never expected to hear from, Dollar Tree. Apparently, money actually does grow on trees. Anyway, I get dressed in record time (and in a zombie-like state to boot) and head out to the store. We arrive, I head inside the establishment, and my sister walks two doors down to where she works (convienient, eh?) to hang out. To make a long story even longer, after about 1/2 hour chatting with the friendly District Training dude and signing various papers, I walk out of there with a job. As usual, as nothing can go normal for me, half-way through the process, the training dude left the little side office and an older black gentleman came in, sat next to me, said maybe two words, and starting eating chips. Had to have been his most uncomfortable lunch break in many years, it was hilarious.
I really could have just posted "Hey guys, got a part-time job a dollar store. Later!" but that would have deprived you of my incredibly boring story. And who would have thought that a man who loves Edgar Allen Poe's work so much could author such an excruciatingly long, pointless post?
WHO, I ASK?!
I got to bed today around 6 in the morning (after a hard night of partyi-...actually, I was posting here. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] ), thinking there's no way I'll hear from any potential employers during the day. Now, I know that the Boy Scouts say "Always be prepared", but I'm pretty sure a lesser known motto is "Don't stay up all night you fat bastard, because someone may call your lazy ass". Sure enough, after a solid 6 hours sleep (I usually get a good 10+, so I was freakin' groggy) my sister wakes me up saying a dollar store called me about making an appointment. And not the dollar store I was expecting, Dollar World. Oh no, the store I actually never expected to hear from, Dollar Tree. Apparently, money actually does grow on trees. Anyway, I get dressed in record time (and in a zombie-like state to boot) and head out to the store. We arrive, I head inside the establishment, and my sister walks two doors down to where she works (convienient, eh?) to hang out. To make a long story even longer, after about 1/2 hour chatting with the friendly District Training dude and signing various papers, I walk out of there with a job. As usual, as nothing can go normal for me, half-way through the process, the training dude left the little side office and an older black gentleman came in, sat next to me, said maybe two words, and starting eating chips. Had to have been his most uncomfortable lunch break in many years, it was hilarious.
I really could have just posted "Hey guys, got a part-time job a dollar store. Later!" but that would have deprived you of my incredibly boring story. And who would have thought that a man who loves Edgar Allen Poe's work so much could author such an excruciatingly long, pointless post?
WHO, I ASK?!
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