Its the end of summer 2008. Thanks to "Whore-een" and "Gay-Fuck U Over-Lyn" I find myself stabbed in the back and unemployed. Web-Clueless.
Maybe I should try something different. Put down the pencils and go for a mind numbing no brainer fuck the day away job.
Which leads me to the interview today: A warehouse job. Picking orders and shipping. So off I go racing into the unknown and hoping for the best. As I head into the industrial area, sailing past semi's and massive traffic, I am starting to think "hmmm.. what have I got myself into?" Not even there and already whining about it.
As it turns out, the office is old and messy. Because the industry is music related I see the older gentlemen wearing their hair long: Are they trying to re-capture their youth? Be cool? It seems the 80's lives here.
MH is a nice fellow. Personable. But the job is low paying to the point of insulting. Would it kill them to put the wage into their ad so people don't waste time? Of course MH likes me and leads me to believe the job is mine if I wish to take it to the next level. I try not to laugh out loud. Wondering when he's going to stop oggling my boobs. After a review of the position, and a tour of the warehouse, I realize all I have to offer these idiots is my ass looking good in a pair of jeans.
As the interview ends, all I can do is falsely smile and thank MH (for wasting my morning) Once I am in my car I say out loud "well that fucking sucked".
Moving on.....
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