This whole week has actually been really great because
Robbie and myself both got jobs! I started work at a small design company
called “Black Tip Media” and Robbie got offered a position with some company
doing whatever it is people with biochemistry degrees do. The jobs couldn’t
have come at a more opportune time because I had come to the point where I was
wondering how next month’s rent was going to get paid. To make ends meet during
this whole shit show of a job search Robbie had taken a job at the Walgreen’s
pharmacy and I was working as a server at a Mexican restaurant called “Uncle
Julio’s”. I’d never been a server before (although that’s not the story I gave
the person who hired me) but seeing as I grew up in Eastern Washington I felt
that Mexican food would be right up my alley even if I wasn’t working at a taco truck. Turns out I
am sooooo not cut out to be a server. I was a stressed out mess every shift I
worked and everybody had to keep reminding me to smile. Smile?? Really?? What’s there to smile about
when you’re working a customer service job that pays $2.15 an hour plus
minuscule tips that would hardly be enough to buy me a margarita after my shift
to ease the pain. The worst part of the whole situation was I had to shave my
face every day before my shift, which was an inconvenience and I felt so naked/exposed with my shaved baby face. I mean ever since No-Shave November of
2006 there have been very few times I’ve gone without my scruff so I guess it’s
kinda become part of my identity. Plus every time I passed a mirror I would
become startled because I didn’t recognize myself. So when my new boss Kevin offered me the new
job I pretty much broke down into tears of pure happiness. Pure happiness at
the thought that I’d be able to put my beard trimmer back to use and pure
happiness at the thought that never again would I have to ask the customers
sitting in my section if they wanted green, red, or sour cream sauce on their
chicken enchilada.
So far my newfound life as a young business professional is
off to a great start. I mean there was really nowhere to go but up but I feel
really blessed to have this job. There are moments where I really can’t believe
that I get paid to sit down, listen to show tunes, wear cute and trendy work
clothes and create art all day! Plus my boss buys me donuts and Sonic happy
hour slushies on a regular basis. WINNING! There are days it can get pretty
intense though, especially when we are working on several projects and trying
to get them finished as quickly as possible. It’s only been two weeks and my
face is already breaking out from stress of a big boy job. Side note: I’m
really kicking myself for years ago not taking my dermatologist up on her offer
to prescribe me Accutane. If I could turn back time…
The biggest non-perk of the new job is the fact that I have
to commute to suburbia (suburgatory if you will) every morning. The town itself
is called Carrolton and it’s big claim to fame is that it’s where Robert
Matthew Van Winkle, more commonly known as Vanilla Ice, was born and raised.
The drive itself wouldn’t be that bad except I have very little respect for
Texans when it comes to their driving capabilities. I’ve never seen so many traffic accidents in my life or traffic jams that appear to be happening for no reason. Now I’ve somehow managed to make it through my quarter
century of life without ever being in a
fender bender *knocks on wood* but I’m thinking my time is coming. It almost seems unavoidable,
especially since the main highway I take to work every morning looks like a two
lane highway that they somehow squeezed a third lane into. It's scary. The commute would be
made more bearable if my iPod hadn’t plunged to it’s watery grave the weekend
before the new job started. The last/swan song played was “ Monster” by Gaga
before being dropped into a half cup of melted ice from one of my countless
interview that got me nothing but a cluttered inbox full of messages saying “At
this time, another qualified candidate has been selected for this position”. I
attempted to revive said Ipod by putting it into a tub of rice for 4 days and
although the power still works, the touch screen function is long gone and
therefore completely useless. You’d think Steve Jobs (may he rest in peace)
could have taken a little more time making these things water proof. Instead I‘m left with an iPod that would cost as much to fix as it would be to buy a
completely new one. So for the present, I’m back to living my not so distant
2003 life where cd mixes were the rage.
Another side note: I’ve been reduced to listening to the radio on days
that I’m bored of my mixes, and I swear to God if I hear Pumped Up Kicks or
Last Friday Night one more time I may be forced to do something drastic. Like
join a monastery.
In honor of the changing of seasons, here is a very under-rated pop gem by Britney. Happy Fall Ya'll!
In honor of the changing of seasons, here is a very under-rated pop gem by Britney. Happy Fall Ya'll!
No comments:
Post a Comment