There's this tanning salon across the street with a now hiring sign on the door. I applied, and even went across town to speak with the manager, and yet, nothing. No calls. She even said something along the lines of "I'll review your application and call you if I need to." Cool, not when you see it. Just whatever. Not like you're hiring or anything.
The fitness center across the street took my application, jerked me around for two weeks, with this "the manager just left" and "sorry, come back later" bullshit, only to find out that they don't have but two shifts available, and to "come back this summer when the college students are gone."
Subway isn't even hiring here, and the frozen yogurt place I applied at hasn't called back.
I'm trying to stay in the area because I don't have my own vehicle, but there is either nothing here or I'm just some dumb-looking twenty-something girl who isn't even in college. I have skills! I just haven't been working my whole life, or at least at enough places to make it look like I'm some damn workaholic puppet.
"Der! Lookee, I maka the job go good for you boss man! You likee me work hard like good monkey?"
I don't know what the world is looking for. It eludes me. If I'm doing something wrong, well, I wish somebody would tell me what, because I don't want to just be a cashier girl. I want to at least do something different for once. I also don't want to dance for money. I'm not talking as a stripper, but just as a 'model employee.' It would make me suicidal if I had to spend the rest of my life performing like a good little monkey for money's sake. It's useful, but not that important.
My Etsy shop is very close to being up and running. I just need my debit card from my new bank and I'll be set with that. Hopefully I'm not a failure at that. I don't know. Maybe I can just do that for now.
But currently, fuck college towns with a bunch of replaceable twenty-somethings.
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