i bet security guards watching the building entrance on camera musta been amused by all the disappointed faces at the door. folks who were applying for the data entry job. a job that for the first time in history, did not require bilingualism. a job that paid $17/h. you don't see many data entry positions like that.it had only been posted today. you had to apply in person. five hours hadn't even gone by yet. after tweaking my cover letter, i grabbed my camera and mom and we set off, me taking video footage that might inevitably end up on the blawg.
within ten minutes i had developed pretty bad cramps, and my PMS would've ranked at code orange level. but for 17 bucks an hour, i could talk the socks off the devil.
we couldn't find the place for a while, because i retardedly forgot that numbers ending in 0 are actually even, not odd. we were both yelling at each other as we pulled into the parking lot. i can blame the PMS but to be honest, conversations with my mom always go like this.
as we pulled up i glanced over my cover letter. the paragraphs proudly (but not cockily) stating my overexpertise in the field of data entry. i have a 90 word per minute average. that's what happens when you start IRCing at the age of 11 and do technical chat for gawd knows how long.
i walked out into a fine mist of gravelly pavement dust, my sweaty ballerina-flatted feet daintily hitting the asphalt.
i opened the big red door.
a glass door faced me, with a yellow piece of paper stuck to it.
THE DATA ENTRY POSITION HAS BEEN FILLED. WE ARE NOT ACCEPTING ANY MORE RESUMES.
my heart sank. my face grimaced. my foot twitched in temptation to kick in the glass door, an urge i will blame on the PMS.
if only i had applied like... three hours ago. that's all it would've taken.
instead i had pursued a pointless argument with my boyfriend over AIM. i had fucked around and yawned myself to death.
but there was no use dwelling on the past and i knew this well. there were other jobs out there, though maybe not as sweet as this one. but jobs i could do, where i wouldn't be bored to death.
i explained the situation to my mom as i put the car in first gear and swivelled out, the knots in my lower belly tightening, the pain sharpening. at first my mom was comforting, but she soon launched into what she believes is a consolation quest. but instead of saying things like "it was a stupid boring job anyway" or "it woulda sucked busing out here", she likes fixating on the past, because for some fuckforsaken reason she thinks this is going to solve the problem.
among the things she yelled at me were, "well why didn't you apply earlier?!" and "you should've applied by phone! why didn't you do that?!" and "next time get off your lazy ass and do it!"
i wasn't going to let my mom drag me into the past and relive the horrible mistakes i had made and oh the pain, oh the misery, oh the despair, oh how better things woulda been if only if only if only...
no. fuckin. way.
don't forget, i had PMS.
so i gave her a piece of my mind. i told her the job had only been up since today, i told her i couldn't apply via phone, and when she kept going, i told her off. i said: what you are saying is absolutely fucking useless. i told her to shut up. and when she didn't (because my mom's yapping is an eternal stream of doom) i gave her the cold shoulder. and instead of driving to the shopping plaza, i drove home.
so now i'm applying for a camp counselor position, for that same company i almost worked for last fall. you know, the one with the science party shit. they have full time gigs available for july and august, and i didn't know when to apply so i called and the guy told me to send in my resume cuz they're hiring right now.
so i will. i'm not going to wait it out like i did with callcentrecorp during exam season. i'm not gonna repeat today. because if there's one thing this experience has taught me - other than providing further evidence that my mom is a bitch - is that the early bird get the worm.
and this little birdie is fuckin starving.
