Well, I don't really have the blues that school started again, since I basically like graduate school. However, over the summer as some of you may know I was job hunting. Just for a summer job. Teaching college is enough for me during the year. But nobody would hire me, except Kroger for one day. I've told the story a bunch of times, but basically they thought I was black (which I guess I didn't mind, except it was a little awkward. I've had to correct people on my ethnic background a lot in my life, and it's always a little embarrassing), and also they refused to tell me how much I would be getting paid. Every time I asked them they would act like it was some ridiculous, unrealistic question. So I quit.
But then I got hired by Bor- I mean, Shmorders (company blog policy forbids us to use the name of the store in a blog. Seriously.), which would be fine, except it was A WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED. So I've been working there, but I don't know if I can keep it. On the bright side, I don't really care about the job (unlike every motherfucker who works there, for some reason - we get paid $7.50/hr), so I basically just roll my eyes and act sarcastic to customers a lot. Those of you who know me know that it takes me a long time to quit a job. Like when I tried to quit Publix and the manager cried, so I said I'd keep working there. For some reason I feel honor-bound to this Unnamed Mega Book Store. I mean, they're paying us $7.50/hr, which is garbage.
So maybe I'll quit one day. Who knows? The job sucks and I wish I had it three months ago. But too late.
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"The job sucks and I wish I had it three months ago."
I've re-read this post several times now, just to get to this line.
I thought you were black for like the first six years I knew you.
I went to Schmorders in Bangor and I was pretty impressed. Bookstores in my neck of the woods usually don't carry much inventory besides bestsellers, self-help, schlocky novels and novelty birthday cards. Schmorders might be a soul-sucking corporation, but if they can sell me Books of Blood 1-3 for fourteen bucks, I'll play ball. I enjoy getting exactly what I want without paying for the luxury. The petit bourgeois soul is both sybaritic and cheap.
Speaking of petty decadence, Robyn was fantasizing aloud about chocolate cake last week and I was put in mind of the cake walk in the gym you and I attended in Mr. Chaulk's class. The McCain's Deep and Delicious cake you won that day was the first I had ever seen, although the ads had been on T.V. for months. I remember I asked you the next day what it was like, and you said it was good, but you didn't keep going back for more like the guy in the commercial.
The cake I won was glazed with ju-jubes, and I refused to eat any of it because I was certain that it had been mauled by unwashed hands.
I have seen those McCain's commercials. I have yet to win a cake.
Sorry your job sucks, Glenn. The big bookstore in my neck of the woods (we'll call it "Schmapters") is pretty ridiculously big. But they can't seem to catalogue books correctly. I tried to explain to a clerk that the keywords are right there under the bibliography, but she would have none of that. Also, they hide new books in weird places in the store and don't have a system in place for you (or clerks) to locate them. You just have to wander around until you find the 15th big-table-o'-books with what you're looking for piled underneath it.
And they sell scented candles. Dude, it's a BOOKstore.
not sure if will make much difference to you, but the schmorders out here has pretty good coffee - if yours has a coffee bar, try the marble mocha...
Tim, I'm pretty sure they didn't check or call any of my references for this job, right? If they did, then it's true that if I quit you would be blacklisted from all Schmorders across America. Sorry dude.
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