Filed under: My life much? | Tags: ancronyms, confusion, Dilberta, fast talking, first job, friday, happiness, manager, smile emoticon, The Science Shoppe, thursday, TSS, wednesday
Okay, I’ve been realizing that for the past few posts, I’ve been beginning with, “I’m SOOOO sorry I haven’t been on for a few days.” Since I get like… less than 3 readers everyday, I’m just going to put up a post once a week or so.
Well, something major is happening, my friends:
I [think i] GOT A JOB!!!!
Now, I’ve heard about people getting fired for actually talking about where they work on the internet, so I’m not going to say the name of the store (until later maybe).
Anyway, Wednesday night, I went into, let’s just say… The Science Shoppe (my chemistry textbook is on the floor, in case you’re wondering where that name came from), and I picked up an application. I filled it out the next morning, and I went back to the store that night.
When my dad pulled up to TSS (ACRONYMS!!!), he said, “I don’t want you to just drop it off and leave. Go in and ask if you can talk to a manager.” So, I walked in, went up to the nearest register, and told the cashier I had an application, but I really wanted to introduce myself to a manager in person. The cashier grabbed the walkie-talkie and call the manager over. It took about 5 or 6 minutes for her to arrive. When, let’s call her… Dilberta (the comics are on the table) arrived, I introduced myself and gave her my application.
AND THEN SHE STARTED TALKING SO QUICKLY!!!! I could barely follow her. The whole time, I was waiting to sneak in the question, “So, how are the hours like?” But she was on a roll and I was just like, “S-… So-… S-… So, hah-…”. And whenever she asked me a question, it took me like 5 seconds to respond, which in restrospect doesn’t seem to bad, but at the rate she was talking, was as slow as a frickin’ tortoise! But here’s the kicker…
She asked me if I had my working papers on me, and I said, “… … No.” SO , Dilberta said, “Well, bring them here, I’ll sign them. Then you have to take it to your doctor, then to your school for your blue card. And when you get that, come back here.” We shook hands again, and I left to go back to my dad’s car.
When I got to the car, my dad said, sarcastically, “Well, you must have gotten the job, you were in there for such a long time.” Then I was like, “Well, she told me to bring in my working papers so she could sign them, and that when I get my blue card, I should come back to see her.”
“That’s great!” he said, non-sarcastically.
Soooo, I’m a little confused. Do I have a job? ‘Cause I brought the papers back to her and she signed them under where it says, “Name of Employer”. It’s all kinda surreal, and it happened so quickly.
Anyway, The Science Shoppe seems like a good place to work. Dilberta, though a fast talker, was really nice. And every else who works there is my age or older. And I haven’t seen or heard about anyone from my school working there. And it’s retail, not fast food. And all we have to do is wear vests for our uniform.
So, if I do work there, which I think I will be, I’m pretty sure Ill like it!