So earlier tonight I was sitting on the couch, my cat Ernie was on my lap, I had a beer in my hand, and Sixteen Candles was on TV. I was comfortable and I had a cat, alcohol, and Molly Ringwald. Best Saturday night I’ve had in a while.
So this morning at like 11:00 I got a call from the manager at the GAP store at the Columbia Mall. I filled out an application there when I first got home from break, even though they weren’t hiring. I filled out like 20 applications the first week home. This is the second one I’ve gotten an interview out of. The first one (interview, that is) was at Columbia Photo, a decent photo shop and lab in town. They seemed impressed with my experience and interested in hiring me. They said they’d call me within a couple weeks. They didn’t. The bastards.
Anyhow, apparently GAP is looking for some new full-time people. I have relevant experience in retail and customer service (not to mention warehousing), I’m enthusiastic, good looking (you can’t tell me that doesn’t matter), have a decent sense of style, the interview went well, and I own a buttload of clothes from the GAP. As I see it they should hire me. But then I’m very biased, given that I’m broke, jobless, and aching for anything that will get me out of the house, especially if it includes a paycheck.
Oi. [or is it oy?] Life is complicated. Or at least I try to pretend like it is in order to not feel completely bad about being so fucking neurotic and indecisive. At least I have beer. Seriously. Not to sound like an alcoholic or anything (because I’m not), but beer is a companion that rarely lets you down. I could be tired, stressed out, pissed off, sad, etc, or even just happy and feeling all is well, and a cold one (of a decent quality, anyway) can’t help but improve the situation.
And besides, if I’m 500 miles from my nearest friend without a place to go or a person to talk to in person aside from my parents, can I really be faulted for digging my lager of choice? I think not.
Alright, time to write a couple emails. I’ll probably post again later tonight. It’s not even 11:30 and I’m already bored. At least typing takes my mind off of the fact that I haven’t a damned thing to do right now.
