Running In Place

So I got the job at The Retail Giant after making a plethora of phone calls and getting transfered to everyone but Neptune, the god of the sea, himself.  Upon this acquisition, my parental unit decided to throw a cocktail of “the-problem-with-the-youth-of-today-is-their-lack-of-work-ethic” monologues my way because yesterday some clothes were left unfolded.  Now, sibling number one is never home, and sibling number two is rarely home.  So, when my parental unit discovered this failure, S1 and S2 were conveniently not there.  Guess who gets to hear about the clothes?  Yours truly. 

The Impossible Acquisition of Employment

Being home from college for the summer has it’s perks, but with it also has it’s cons. The major pain in my ass lately has been the hunt for a job. It seems as if no one is hiring, so I spent the first three weeks home getting rejected every day. I finally gave in and applied at The Retail Giant. Two days later, they called me back and asked me to come in that day for an interview. It turned out being two interviews and I was on-deck for another the following revolution around its own axis. I went for that, supposedly, final interview and was offered a job. “Sign here. Click here. Sign here. Initial here. $X.XX OK as a starting wage (like I had a choice, ha!)? Click ‘Accept.’” All that was left was a drug test. I left the store, went across the street, took my drug test, and began to wait for that one week to pass between the time I took my drug test and the time they told me they would have my results.