Paper Cuts and the Lame Guy at Starbucks...

Oh the agony of sitting down at a computer on a lovely day like this...

Unfortunately, my conscience has been nagging at me to “get back in the blogging business” and stop “deserting my precious readers”. Not that I really have any readers, and that’s all the better because sometimes I think it’d be better if the world didn’t get a glimpse into my personal thoughts like this. But then, it could be a good thing seeing as you may actually somewhat kind of possibly almost understand me a teensy bit after going through my blog. I don’t know.

…The caffeine is talking again.

                                                         …..Shhhh…..

Anyways…you might know from my last post that I quit my job, and well…in that time I’ve found a new one. All I did was print up a bunch of resumes and drive in to town and start looking. I started out at Payless Shoe Store where they told me that I had to be eighteen to work there. What. The. Heck. I mean, really, it’s not like I’m selling knives or lighters or alcohol! They’re SHOES for crying out loud!

Yeah…

So after that, I walked over to the Hallmark store and they told me the same thing. Probably because selling overpriced cards and books is super dangerous. Paper cuts you know…

Then I went to Starbucks. Oh loverly Starbucks. I walked in and as soon as I saw the guy working, I pretty much knew that he wouldn’t know whether or not they were hiring. He kind of smiled and said, “Heyyyy how can I help you?”

I asked if they were hiring by any amazing chance.

“Ummm……er…….ehhh…..ahhhh….I’m not sure…..you could check online?”

Yeah…that’s what he said.

So I thanked him and left.

Then I saw a Big Apple Bagels across the parking lot (All these businesses were kind of located in a strip mall type of thing) and I thought, “Why not?” I drove over there and to my great delight I saw a gargantuan “HIRING” sign on the door. So I straightened my dress, put my shoulders back (I have a nasty habit of slouching), slapped a hopeful smile on my face and walked on in. I had no idea what they did at Big Apple Bagels…. (Although I was guessing it had something to do with bagels, I mean come on…I’m not that dumb…) but I knew I needed a job. Opening the door, I caught a delightful whiff of fresh bagels and coffee! Oh it was so nice and toasty in there, I smiled to myself and walked swiftly (without tripping oh sweet surprise) over to the lady at the counter (who I later found out was the manager) and told her that I noticed they had a HIRING sign out front and that I was interested in working here if they’d have me (although I said it much less eloquently [not that that was at all eloquent or anything] and I’m pretty sure I stuttered….a lot). So the lady handed me an application containing questions such as, “Have you committed a felony in the last five years?” and “Why do you want to work here?” and blah blah blah. I filled it out and brought it back to her, she looked it over and asked me if I’d come in Wednesday at 7:30am for a working interview. I just about squealed in excitement and told her that I’d most definitely be there.

Wednesday morning I was so siked that I practically leapt out of bed and I started singing the theme song from Happy Days!

Wednesday morning, like every morning, I slapped my alarm clock thing repeatedly until it turned off, and almost fell back to sleep. I dreamt about my mom bringing me coffee in bed and I actually considered posting that on facebook hoping that she’d see it and bring me the elixir of life itself, but then I realized that I would have to sit up to drink it so I might as well just get up. Gosh, I thoroughly despise mornings. A lot. Though nevertheless, I survived and I made it to my working interview on time. Like, RIGHT on time. The manager, being the joyful extrovert that she is, was really excited (or acted like it) to see me and we started training right away. That day was focused on sandwich building and smearing cream cheese on massive bagels. It was actually pretty fun, I learned fast and once I got over my fear of the knife I could whip up a triple decker sandwich in almost no time at all! Still, the whole time I was making food, I wished inwardly that I was making coffee. One of the reasons that I wanted the job was so I could (make money for college and…) learn how to make lattes and frappuccinos and such because…well, I love coffee.

Near one o’clock I got the news that I was hired. I was ecstatic as I skipped out of the building and into my car. Of course the first thing I did was post it on facebook. Something to the effect of, “I GOT THE JOBBBB!!!!”

So yeah. Now I have an amazing job. Thank you Jesus!