On another note related to the thread title, my girlfriend left me a voicemail the day before yesterday (Wednesday, for those of you whose time zones might ******** that up), and when I called my mail box to check it, it said I had TWO voicemails. Okay, cool, whatever, the other one is probably my dad or something.
No such luck. The first one was a call from
April sixth - a callback from a major local gun store about a job application I'd put in, sent three days before their grand opening, which I attended, ironically. I called the dude back as soon as I got it, but haven't gotten a reply yet. So I'm pretty much gonna have to suck as much a** as physically possible to beg another shot at the next round of hirings. Luckily, they're not fully open yet; they've opened a temporary shop in a strip mall to service the area while they build a ******** gigantic store and indoor range. This is a company where, on slow nights, an unneeded clerk is allowed to buy a case of ammo and take one of the machine guns for a spin. Hell, I was in their parent store once when a clerk volunteered to let another clerk
shoot him in the chest with a SIG to try out body armor.
Needless to say, I'm <******** pissed at my phone and voicemail right now for not telling me I'd missed a call and I had a message waiting, respectively.