05.13.08
pampered
I don't think I'll get that job I had an interview for today. I accidentally pulled off the security tag on one of the GPS navigators they had on display and set off an alarm while I was waiting for them to call me back to the office.
I have filled out so many job applications, straight up the number must be nearing the mid teens, yet only one place has called back. Nielson's broke my heart, AMC apparently has a thing against girl projectionists, I need to get a call back from one of these places sometime before the twentieth otherwise I'll be forced to put on my best "Spicy Latina Temptress Slash Hostess" act at On the Border, or as we in the know call it, Club OTB.
HOLA SENOR, TABLE FOR SIX? THERE'S ONE OPEN IN THE BACK, RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I DRAGGED MY DIGNITY'S CORPSE AFTER SHOOTING IT IN THE FACE.
ratherbored at 22:44