| Why would anyone hire me? |
| Bet you thought this was a resume are somthing huh? |
| The day a young man requires more than his parents can give to him is the day he gets a job. 15 was my age. I was almost 16 and I needed money for a car. When your 14-16 alll you think about is getting a car. I would work anywhere I could for the buck. I applied at every place imagineable but I was turned down. Finally I worked at a stupid T-Shirt shop in Carmel california. It sold lame toursit type souvenier shirts and I worked very little. My boss was Rhonda and although she paid me 7.25 an hour she hated me. Noah was my coworker and he was constantly goofing around. I came to find out he was blaming his antics on me. My reputatation for hanging around Noah and the subsequent antics attributed to me but perpitrated by his royal arkness sealed my fate. Rhona worked me middle of the day shifts saturday and Sunday. The days were shot. She worked me with trite old hags who wouldn't say a word to me and made the day drag on. Needless to say I quit. My next job was in Salinas at the Salinas Golf and Country Club. I was the range boy and the cart boy. Worst job I ever had. It was manual labor. And it was tedious as all holy hell. First I'd go pick up the bal;ls off the range in the cart for an hour. Then I would clean them. Then I would empty them into a garbage can the empty the garbage cans into small bags of 15. Then sell the bags to customers to go hit onto the range again so I could start the process over again. My Lesbian boss was a former LPGA pro. Won't say the name, don't feel like it. She would talk to my mother on the phone about things that happended at work instead of leaving me a message. One time I caught the Assistant manager and his former boss copulating in the pro shop bathroom. This was hard for me to take seeing as his wife worked there and often brought their 2 year old daughter. I had to quit, it was too much. Next I got a dream job at Baskin Robbins 31 flavors. It was me and my friend Patrick and Chirs. I met Qorey there and Lan, Jon, Kieth, and Shena who are really great people. We allways has a good time. One time PAtrick took his shirt off and only wore his apron while we were closing. I dared him to go into the giant fridge and rub his nipples with a quart of ice cream. He sure did. Then Greg, my beheamoth of a boss walked in on him doing it. Great stuff. Qorey and I blossomed as friends. His stiff anti-american ways angered me at first but I soon found relief in his words. We renamed ice creams and each other. He was Corey with a Q I was john with a Ch. We had CHErry's Jubilee, Chairman Mao-y brownie madness, qorey's and cream, MC Chip, and chocolate chip cookie dough and dead babie's hearts. I quit BR when that fat mayonaise bleeding asshole told me I was woth less than some jock itch tit mouse who was his jolly green giant daughters friend. Screw you Greg. I hate you and your life. Now I work for the Department of Defense at the Defense manpower data center. http://www.dmdc.osd.mil. I like it there alot. I get to work with computers and do alot of fun things. Everyone who works with me is really great. Mikey, Zach, Stephanie, Geoff, Josh H, Hysan, Eric, and Erik. My boss Ron is really great, he's almost not a boss but I respect him like he's king of the world. |