October 15, 2010. The day I'm driving down to Philadelphia for Temple's Homecoming. October 15, 2010. The day I planned on being employed for at least two months. The day I planned on having a bank account with at least $700 in it. And the day I planned on having internet and cable (yes I brought this up again...I'm still mad). So October 15th is what? Eight days away. I really think I can have a job by then. At the rate I'm going I probably won't. But I'm not going to keep that mentality. I applied to five retail jobs yesterday. Two at the mall. Honestly, on my list of places I absolutely don't want to work at, the mall might be #3. #5 might be in retail in general. The other two are David's Bridal and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I figure if I have to work in retail it might as well be in a store I like being in. I love all aspects of weddings --->David's Bridal. And as weird as this may sound (hey it's me) new sheets and bed spreads make me happy (lol) ---> Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Oh! Oh! Correction! I DO have a job. A job that I need to get rid of ASAP. This "job" has NO type of organization. It's a sham. Basically it's me starting a basketball program up from scratch. That would be fine if 1. it was something I was passionate about 2. I KNEW this is what my "position" entailed and 3. there was some sort of organization. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for "start-up" projects and organizations, but for you to take part in that I feel you have to be passionate about it. Like the Ultimate Frisbee Tournament I had to benefit Haiti, that my group and I had to start from scratch. However, I was extremely passionate about it so "scratch" meant nothing to me. That event was my baby. But this program isn't my baby. Shoot, it's not even my step-child. To make matters even better, (besides my dad signing me up for the job before I even knew about it) my position was explained to me as being almost like an office manager. On my "first day" at work though, "my boss" talked for an hour about ish we already spoke about and then parts that he left out, which would have clarified what my position really was from the beginning. However, by the end of the conversation I realized I was handling EVERY aspect of this project. I really believe that even he thought this was a bunch of bull because I felt like he was trying to sell me the position. I hate when people try to sell you a position. Completely turns me off. Anyway, when I got to the building I couldn't find my boss and was sent on a wild goose chase by a man that questioned me as if I was a criminal, even though he looked like he had just finished taking a needle. Luckily, after searching for him for at least 30 min, a secretary in another building got a hold of him through Clay...who also happens to be the same man that sent me away knowing damn well Mike ("my boss") was only 20ft away from him. But not only did the secretary find him for me, but she also explained to him that he has to inform the managers that he's having someone working under him. Really? I mean do you really have to tell the people you work for that you're bringing in someone under you? Seriously, I want to know what this guy was thinking. Oh and theeen it was also a problem for insurance reasons. Since most of the guys that play ball come from the drug rehab center right next door and I would be the only female in the building during the hours I work, they have to know about me in case anything happens to me. "In case anything happens to me"???? Yea I'm good. And then the last issue. Mike hasn't even confirmed with the person that would be paying me what days I will be working, how many hours I will be working, or how often I will be getting paid. However, when we first talked all of this was so-called figured out. Don't know about you but that's enough reason for me to decline. BUT on a brighter note, I'm crossing my fingers to have a job by next week. Do me a favor and cross your fingers too.
...it's been real luvs ---> DEUCES
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