Negative Nelly Writes Again
I keep on telling myself I need to start writing for "real" and give up on my bitch fests but.... well I am weak. Sides, once I bitch to everyone I know about my current woes it saves me from unleashing another round upon them all.
I had a shit 24 hours. I made plans with my buddy Chris to meet him at the PATH train station near his apt but after I arrived in Hoboken and told Chris to meet me at the stop in 10 minutes, I learned that Hoboken doesn't have the Journal Sq line and I would have to take a train into the city and then get on another train back to jersey. This would cost me easy another 30 and I didn't want to worry about missing class and keeping chris waiting in the meantime. And I couldn't call him since I had no reception in the path. So I went to school and spent the next 2 hours walking around the city in the pouring rain, getting thoroughly soaked. It is then that I learn my new sandals fucking suck and they were chaffing my toes. I finally gave in and went into a store to buy a new pair and put it on the charge card cause I am going to have a job soon, right? Class was fucking freezing and I was wet so the next 4 hours were hell. Just as I was finally dry, out in the rain again. Where the hell is my umbrella??? I have no clue. Class ran late again, over 15 minutes past and I finally just walked out, had to run to the path in order to catch my train to my train or I wouldn't be home till 1 or 2am. I just made it too.
Today I went for my interview at Macy's, forced to fill out a second application. Don't know why. At the interview I learn that the job I want isn't available. Fine, is there anything that doesn't invlove ringing? Morning merchandising team, 5:30-9:30.... AM. I'm desperate, I'll take it. So I wait almost an hour for the human resource chick to arrange another interview with the merchandising manager. Everything runs smoothly, as she is about to offer me the job, she mentions she won't be able to offer me the same pay as my old job. I'm willing to go down a dollar I tell her. No, they start at 7 something. 7 fucking something dollars an hour for manual labor in a dept store at the crack of dawn???? It's a no go and when the human resource chick comes back she tells me that all positions except for cosmetics and commission gigs start at that. Are you kidding me? I mean shop rite pays at least 8. Not to mention that I would already be taking a pay cut considering the rate of inflation since I last work and the loss of commission. I finally gave in and told her I would consider cosmetics as long as it isn't Estee Lauder my former employee. This fucking sucks. I am 27 with a fucking degree and they want to pay me what my 17-year-old brother makes at a teeny bopper store. How is it that a C student can become president but an honor student can't get a job with a living wage? I've been looking for a job for literally months and I am running out of money and ideas.
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