f*ck me, right?
So there's this like. Beast ass vacation planning, high end beautiful resort type deal that isn't far from where I live. Well today, walking to the gas station to get my amazing Polar pop for the day (Which I paid for in pennies. The people there seriously hate me. IDGAF.) I got to talking to the people at the bus station halfway between my house and the gas station (I'm very chatty and conversational so this happens to me A LOT.) and happened to mention that I was job hunting and this cool tattooed up guy was like. Dude, check this place. They're always hiring and you're outgoing and funny and cool, we could use more people like you there. So he gave me the number and address and I went online all excited and sh*t because I might finally get a f*cking AWESOME job (Which pays like 15$/hr) and I had someone who works there to give me a good word.
And like you have to have at least a year's experience in like call center or like special sales. Like. Okay. I was a bartender for two years and a waitress and a cashier for a couple months. But like. Nothing like call center/scheduling/anything remotely important. I'm a hydration expert.
So now I'm like. Bummed the f*ck out like. COME ON MAN. I WAS PEGGING ON THIS sh*t. Like the benefits they have there are RIDICULOUS. Like crazy good health insurance and an on site fitness center, nail & spa, pool, all sorts of fun sh*t that employees get like f*cking crazy deals on. Like I WANT THIS SO BAD. But alas. I need experience in a call center place to work at the front desk. Like come on man. I know my way around a computer, I am fluent in pretty much anything Microsoft, I know a staggering amount of HTML and own a very extensive vocabulary from years of wanting to be a writer (And roleplaying, of course.) I am extremely outgoing and personable, I can seriously make friends with the most vile creatures of this planet if you give me enough time.
I am not easily disuaded. I AM A f*ckING CATCH. HIRE ME PLEASE.
I even got turned down by WENDYS. I GOT TURNED DOWN BY WENDYS. WHY? Because I told the lady when I first got the call back that I did, in fact, have two other interviews that I was going to. I was thinking this would be the bigger thing to do, letting them know ahead of time that I did have other jobs that were a possibility. Like, if I can get a job bartending again I am not going to sit behind a register at Wendy's making minimum wage and getting b*tched at because Mr. Inadequate back in the kitchen accidentally put lettuce on a burger. SCHNOPE. So upon hearing this, that f*cking old hag told me, "You know what, we do need people but I have the feeling you're the type of girl who's only looking to work here until she finds something better so I'm going to pass on you."
EXCUSE ME. OF f*ckING COURSE I AM ONLY WORKING HERE UNTIL I FIND SOMETHING BETTER. IT'S f*ckING WENDYS. I AM STARTING MED SCHOOL IN TWO MONTHS. TF YOU THINK I AM DOING WITH MY LIFE, TRYING TO GET INTO SCHOOL TO BE AN ORTHOPEDIC SURGEON AND THEN SETTLING BEHIND THE COUNTER OF WENDYS TILL THE DAY I DIE OF OLD AGE? OH HELL NAW, b*tch.
f*cking f*ck titty god damn mother f*ckers. Like f*cking f*ck.
f*ck, man. f*ck you, old f*cking hag that works at Wendy's. My luck got increasingly worse. My job fell through at the other place because I was up against a 30 year old woman with intense bar knowledge and 10+ years of bar experience. f*ck you too, lady. I NEED TO PAY RENT. So yeah. My luck lately is like. f*cking ridiculous. Ly terrible.
Horrible, even. I don't even know.
Okay. That's my rant for today.
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I HAVE NO f*ckING JOB.
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