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Thursday, December 1, 2005.
After somehow magically getting a job yesterday which pays 75,000 a year for me to sit in some NOC and monitor something that really doesn't need monitoring, leaving me carte blanche time to work on things which I delude myself into thinking that I don't have time to do and getting paid to do it, I decided to go to the open house hiring thing they had at Applebee's today. I was going for a line cook job. I like cooking a lot so I figured that would be a good choice. I went there and because I had already spoke to some hiring type guy on Tuesday and answered a bunch of yes/know questions that try to categorize you into a neat little fucking psychological box, I was able to see the General Manager almost right away when I got there at 10:15.
He was an uppity type man as only a GM of a single retail store in a large chain in a very large world in a very small fantasy can be. I went through the whole interview process, being as polite and communicating as well as I can. The truth is, I have lived at home with little bits of work here and there for over a year now and going 5 minutes without saying pudding or goblin or some other thing is quite difficult. Whenever someone says, "Hey. I'm putting this cake in the oven," I hear, "Blah. Blah pudding blah blah blahblahblah." So we get to the final bit and I have filled out a few forms, not signing any of them. At the end of this, I see the GM before leaving. I show him the forms and he notices that they have not been signed. There is some indistinct exchange of words, you know how memories can be, and then he finally says, "If you don't sign these, you can't work here." I say, "Exactly. I'm not going to work here." A look of I-don't-know comes over him and his face goes completely white. I didn't see much more. I just walked out.
After somehow magically getting a job yesterday which pays 75,000 a year for me to sit in some NOC and monitor something that really doesn't need monitoring, leaving me carte blanche time to work on things which I delude myself into thinking that I don't have time to do and getting paid to do it, I decided to go to the open house hiring thing they had at Applebee's today. I was going for a line cook job. I like cooking a lot so I figured that would be a good choice. I went there and because I had already spoke to some hiring type guy on Tuesday and answered a bunch of yes/know questions that try to categorize you into a neat little fucking psychological box, I was able to see the General Manager almost right away when I got there at 10:15.
He was an uppity type man as only a GM of a single retail store in a large chain in a very large world in a very small fantasy can be. I went through the whole interview process, being as polite and communicating as well as I can. The truth is, I have lived at home with little bits of work here and there for over a year now and going 5 minutes without saying pudding or goblin or some other thing is quite difficult. Whenever someone says, "Hey. I'm putting this cake in the oven," I hear, "Blah. Blah pudding blah blah blahblahblah." So we get to the final bit and I have filled out a few forms, not signing any of them. At the end of this, I see the GM before leaving. I show him the forms and he notices that they have not been signed. There is some indistinct exchange of words, you know how memories can be, and then he finally says, "If you don't sign these, you can't work here." I say, "Exactly. I'm not going to work here." A look of I-don't-know comes over him and his face goes completely white. I didn't see much more. I just walked out.