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you got no self respect
May. 7th, 2002 09:47 amToday is Hot Topic day.
The day where I attempt to sell my soul to The Man (TM).
Heading out to the mall with Buddy, attempting to swindle the kind people at Hot Topic into thinking I'm a magnificent manager type person so they'll give me a job.
Driving with my mother to work this morning was odd. I had to go with her, so I could have the car (missed my frigging exit on the way back, as well). She printed out my resume for me on her work computer (take that, scumbags!), which was ever-so-kind.
I didn't have much luck with calling places yesterday. Everyone wants me to fax my resume to them, which is fine and dandy. Just annoying. The first call I made was to a small business looking for a adminstrative assistant. The woman seemed rather pleasant and we spoke for a little while about the job. It's a very small office, I'd only be the third person working there. The other two people are her and her husband. She was a bit hesistant about my smaller skill with MS Word, but I assured her that I can do just fine with it. Sent my resume through email. Forgot to attach it like a dumb ass, then resent it properly.
I also found in the paper what I thought would be the perfect job for me. Receptionist at a tattoo parlour. Rang them up, quite skittery and excited in my socks, only to find that they're only paying six dollars an hour for the position. Pah! That's a four and a half dollar an hour pay cut that I would be taking. Unacceptable. I can't even remember the last time I was paid so little at a job.
I think the lowest I might go is 8.50-9.00, but even then...that's cutting it close.
Today I believe I'm also going to travel to my father's house to rummage through my belongings in the basement for things to sell on eBay. There's numerous and plenty Hello Kitty paraphenalia down there that is only collecting dust. Maybe I can even go through some of my books and rigaromole, as well.
Bah. I just want to go back to bed.
The day where I attempt to sell my soul to The Man (TM).
Heading out to the mall with Buddy, attempting to swindle the kind people at Hot Topic into thinking I'm a magnificent manager type person so they'll give me a job.
Driving with my mother to work this morning was odd. I had to go with her, so I could have the car (missed my frigging exit on the way back, as well). She printed out my resume for me on her work computer (take that, scumbags!), which was ever-so-kind.
I didn't have much luck with calling places yesterday. Everyone wants me to fax my resume to them, which is fine and dandy. Just annoying. The first call I made was to a small business looking for a adminstrative assistant. The woman seemed rather pleasant and we spoke for a little while about the job. It's a very small office, I'd only be the third person working there. The other two people are her and her husband. She was a bit hesistant about my smaller skill with MS Word, but I assured her that I can do just fine with it. Sent my resume through email. Forgot to attach it like a dumb ass, then resent it properly.
I also found in the paper what I thought would be the perfect job for me. Receptionist at a tattoo parlour. Rang them up, quite skittery and excited in my socks, only to find that they're only paying six dollars an hour for the position. Pah! That's a four and a half dollar an hour pay cut that I would be taking. Unacceptable. I can't even remember the last time I was paid so little at a job.
I think the lowest I might go is 8.50-9.00, but even then...that's cutting it close.
Today I believe I'm also going to travel to my father's house to rummage through my belongings in the basement for things to sell on eBay. There's numerous and plenty Hello Kitty paraphenalia down there that is only collecting dust. Maybe I can even go through some of my books and rigaromole, as well.
Bah. I just want to go back to bed.
