Job! Me jobby job. Want job!
Jul. 7th, 2003 11:48 amI got a call from Barnes & Noble about an interview! 4:30 tomorrow. Woohoo! I just have to drive myself o_O But I think I can do it ^_^** Might have mom go with me today once. 'Cause I don't wanna screw up tomorrow. Oy. May go early and mull around the store just to make sure I'm on time. Erm... the only problems I am having is that I have jury duty July 21 to whenever I'm dismissed (though
fyrdrakken assures me that bias & opinioned people usually get kicked) and the big NZ trip for all of December - which is arguable any stores busiest time. I suppose I'll just have to be honest and tell the woman that I'd really like the job, but I'm not cancelling those two things. One could get me thrown in jail and the other has been in the works for the last year. So, yeah.
I told my father I had the interview and he says, "Is that what you're going to do?" "Not.. forever," I sneer. He laughs and asks why I want to work there. I tell him because I need a job. "Nah," he goes. "You don't need a job."
... you know, just becaue you're a lazy bastard doesn't mean I can't get a job and save up money. He then has the gall to tell me that I should be careful and not buy garbage because he bought garbage and look where he is. I fail to see the correlation between him and his ugly suits from eBay and my earning money so I can pay off my loans. He says he just doesn't want me to make the same mistake. I say, "I'm not retarded. I know how to manage money." He scowled, I'm sure, mumbling something about, "okay, then," and walked off. Wanker.
Oh. If he makes another soup/porridge dish I'm going to puke it up. Have teeth. Need solid food.
Hrm. Anyway. Off to shower and get dressed. Have a few errands and such later. Brother wants me to install Half-Life.
I told my father I had the interview and he says, "Is that what you're going to do?" "Not.. forever," I sneer. He laughs and asks why I want to work there. I tell him because I need a job. "Nah," he goes. "You don't need a job."
... you know, just becaue you're a lazy bastard doesn't mean I can't get a job and save up money. He then has the gall to tell me that I should be careful and not buy garbage because he bought garbage and look where he is. I fail to see the correlation between him and his ugly suits from eBay and my earning money so I can pay off my loans. He says he just doesn't want me to make the same mistake. I say, "I'm not retarded. I know how to manage money." He scowled, I'm sure, mumbling something about, "okay, then," and walked off. Wanker.
Oh. If he makes another soup/porridge dish I'm going to puke it up. Have teeth. Need solid food.
Hrm. Anyway. Off to shower and get dressed. Have a few errands and such later. Brother wants me to install Half-Life.
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Date: 2003-07-07 09:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-07 09:53 am (UTC)and as for the NZ trip, if you tell them up front about it.. then they'll probably be cool with it. They have enough employees that it's not going to make that much difference if one person isn't there.
:-) Woohoo.. B&N.. I want to work there!! *sniffles*
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Date: 2003-07-07 10:52 am (UTC)This is my argument against my father, too. *sigh* Is it something in the male genome or something? Or does it happen when they have kids, something clicks and their brains refuse to ever do anything resembling real work ever again?
Am slightly concerned myself that mine doesn't have the balls to even try and find a job when we sell this place. Which will mean the female gender supporting the house entirely. Oh, what a surprise.
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Date: 2003-07-20 08:10 pm (UTC)Males. Pfft.
*crosses fingers*
Date: 2003-07-08 02:45 pm (UTC)Re: *crosses fingers*
Date: 2003-07-08 05:33 pm (UTC)