||[Oct. 10th, 2008|03:18 pm]
Things are continuing in the manner in which I’m becoming accustomed. A whole lot of nothing is happening at an alarming rate, alarming because I can’t afford nothing for much longer. Thanks to the “charitable” contributions of the National Guard, I give them three years of my life, they give me three thousand dollars, I might be able to swing ‘til Christmas without actually having a job. Then again, if I don’t have a job by Christmas, there’s a chance I’ll be jumping off of my quasi-three story balcony before sleigh bells start ringing in Wal-mart. The way I figure it, chain stores go Christmas as soon as the turkey is cooling on the table, sometimes before, so my clock is ticking, and this time it’s much, much worse than my biological clock. It’s my…I don’t know, work ethic clock.|
I’ve put in about a million different resumes, sometimes I have trouble remembering exactly what I’ve applied for. I know I haven’t applied to the right one, because they still haven’t called me back. It’s beginning to feel like the world’s worst first dater. I’m sitting by the phone waiting for a call back, and sometimes calling them…like some sort of obsessive yet somehow unwanted high school girl. It’s beginning to erode my self esteem, weird when you find rejection by omission even worse than being dumped. Ok, ok, so it isn’t worse than being dumped, but in two weeks into my brand new job at Wal-mart, expect tears and emo-like cutting.
About oh, 8 years ago, in High School a group of friends got together at Denny’s and played Monopoly. Not that special, we were geeks, we did geeky things, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, we had a waiter, he had this great pirate smile and a pony tail, also not the point. I’ve seen James the Waiter twice since our Monopoly playing days. Once, he was in court-I think it had something to do with a divorce, it didn’t seem polite to ask (I was there with an Ex-who was having his own troubles). The second time was recently-at Wal-mart (Ha! The point emerges). I said hi, he remembered the Monopoly group, after some prompting, and I mentioned that I was looking for a job. He offered that I could work there, and as I asked him where the Brita filters were, I realized that if I don’t find job it’s a possibility.
How did my life get here? Wasn’t I a promising college student? Didn’t I get a good, morally upright, thank-you-for-serving job right out of college? And now here I am considering retail? AT WAL-MART? Eek.