oh, for fuck's sake
I know it's only been a couple of days but the fucking porn store has not called! I lack a sufficiently transcendant vocabulary to curse, as utterly as I would like, the fucking soul-destroying shite that is looking for a job in Missoula.
However, I did run into the young punkish dude who was working at pornmart when I handed in my app. When we recognized one another, he said, 'Dude, I think you're too qualified to work here.'
No fucking shit! Of course I am. I'm wildly overqualified, just like nearly everyone in this town who holds a fucking job is! There are people with Master's and Ph.D's hocking coffee and videos and pizza and cigarettes to the world at large.
I ended up mumbling that I wanted a job that didn't insist that I totally prostitute myself to get it, i.e. nothing corporate or uniformish where I find myself saying things like, 'I really think the variety of position's I've held predispose me to learning new things quickly and being a good worker.' Saying shit like that makes me not want to be friends with myself.
Creepily and perhaps redundantly, I realized that the Wilma guy also manages the porn palace, and he very publically checks me out whenever I was at the Wilma. Which is why I don't really go to the Wilma anymore. So do I have to fucking go back there and wear something cute and convince him to hire me?! What the fuck is wrong with me that I'm not getting a callback from the porn store?! I mean, I read fucking Fleshbot, I know what's up!
Speaking of the Wilma and porn, my darling friend Crystal is getting married on Saturday. I need to figure out a gift, figure out a dish to make (it's a potluck wedding) need to figure out an outfit, since I was basically planning on rocking the amazing pinstripe pants (RIP, my fave pants).
My beloved Fake Wife has also returned to Missoula and to my life, which I am certainly enjoying but is not precisely imbuing me with any more will to live. Hopefully seeing her instantly get a job will fuel me into more efficient desparation. Or, I'll just go buy a sack..
posted by scott @ 8:24 AM
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They might still call. Tyson was at first called for the job while we were out of town, and when Tyson called him back two days later, they had already given the job to someone else. But within 48 hours, he called back and said the person they hired didn't work out, and Tyson could have the job. Some people just can't handle the booths, I think.
if you call the shop, ask if Cecil is in. He's the manager of both shops and does all the hiring. He'd be the guy to talk to.
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