Surreal Employment

The Quantum Family Singularity Strikes Again!!!! (to be explained in a later post)

I just need to vent dear readers. Please take kind consideration for any expressions or words that might offend yours.

Yesterday, I had two job interviews lined up. One was in a day care center(yes, I know what your thinking those-who-know-me, me and kids, not exactly the kind of mix one would take a drink out of) and the other one was in a marketing company.

I was with my mum and dad for the interview for the day care because they were applying for jobs there as well. My cousin was there too because we weren't familiar enough with the area to go gallivanting around New York by ourselves. We got there around seven-thirty in the morning. We met with the receptionist that told us about the job. She was talkative and very noisy. She was also, it's odd from a person who works for a learning institution, idiotic. She kept repeating things she already said to people, kept insisting on unnecessary things that we should see.

Time was running and my other interview was on another island in the other side of town. I had to get my ass from lower Manhattan, China town to Flushings. It was already nine-thirty and my appointment was at eleven. I couldn't wait to meet the owner of the school. It was just a good thing that the I wasn't required to meet the owner and that she only needed to see my mom. I took a van with my cousin (a.k.a. guide)that was headed to Flushings and, to my surprise, New York traffic had been kind to me.

We had about an hour to blow away. Luckily there was a near by park where we could sit. We bought a couple of slurpies in a seven-eleven and sat there. As we sat in a couple of swings, I couldn't help noticing that it was directly in front of a cemetery. A playground and a cemetery infront of it, there had to be some fung suei(did I spell that right) rules that were broken.

My darn cousin, who's in adolescent horny-ness stage of his life, couldn't take his eyes away from the female resident's of the area. Dropping his jaws at the mere sight of an almost-beautiful-but strangely-not-enough-to-impress-me girl.

I would like to take this time to apologies to those who might be living there for the recent actions and words that my cousin might have used during that time. I promise to never again bring him near Flushings.

After his wandering eyes had been snapped back into position, we were chased away from our cold frosty drinks by wasps in the park. I spent a dollar fifty on that thing!!! You owe me wasp!!!

After that the interview went well. The manager was nice although during the interview he winked at me. Hmmm... Now there's something you don't see everyday.

I ofcourse got accepted, but in it was a little bump before I was in employment bliss. I needed one hundred and sixty-five dollars for the sales kit , which would normally cost four hundred and thirty-five dollars. Now there's a predicament.

I ofcourse wanted the position offered, but where to find the money? I asked my mother about it just about an hour ago as I'm writing this horse-bla. I got a solid, yet calmly, and long winded no. Included in it was a big discussion on what I really wanted in life which was a big "What were we talking about again?" situation for me. I wish I were just so Go damn rich you know or at least everything in the word was free, which ever you think is suitable oh one-who's-high-above.

My mother has gracefully requested me to give up my position there, which I'm, sadly, obliged to follow. She said she had some work lined up for me anyway. Ayahhhhh... another restaurant... I want to die...