Summer’s almost gone and somehow I managed to remain unemployed the entire season, and not for lack for trying. I had a couple interviews, neither of which went anywhere. A little vegetarian grocery/cafe on the Drive called me. When I got there, the guy didn’t have my resume. I gave him the one I had brought along — to take to my school to fill a requirement for some classes. I filled out an application, chatted with him and left. He didn’t ask me any questions. A month later they called me back. When I got there, the guy didn’t recognize me, didn’t have my resume again, didn’t even remember that he had an appointment that day at all, had lost my previous application, and asked me to fill out another one. Yeah, I totally want to work where people can’t even keep their shit together.
Somehow during the heatwave I managed to find myself on overcrowded public transit more than I would have liked. Have I mentioned that regular bathing and deodorant seem to be foreign concepts to the residents of this city? Proof:
Oh, and how about the toddler whose parents decided it was a good idea to burp him on an ascending escalator at rush hour?! I discovered that I am a master vomit dodger. Ha! People in this city have no common sense.
