Russell (zimzat) wrote,
Russell
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I come bearing bad news

While at Hastings today I asked Anthony how long they would be in the application process, and, to sum it up, they're only hiring manager-types now. This leads me to believe two things: First off, they've already filled their quota of non-managers (They did have banner out front saying "Now Hiring" which leads me to believe they had a non-manager position open at one point) and I was not high enough on their list to get choosen. Secondly, I've been screwing myself over these last couple of weeks hoping for that job. I'm still the world's biggest idiot for believing I'd get a job.

The bad news to compound on top of that is the stipulation for me to stay at my brother's house is that I have to get a job. This leaves me exactly where I was long before I came up here. Without a job, and no prospects. It would be nice if jobs spent the extra minute to let you know "Sorry, you're not qualified for any positions we have right now." Of course only "professional" jobs (as Le said) do something like that, and Dyersburg doesn't have any remotely like that.

I did apply at the theater when I applied at Hastings, but they haven't gotten back to me either. What is it with people not getting back to me? Scott still owes me a phone call from like a year ago when I was still in Gonzales. "Busy" my foot. If anyone actually wanted to get back to me I think they'd make the time one way or another.

Ahem... I'm starting to rant and rave, so I better stop or I'll keep going and going.

..... Right, one last piece of bad information I wanted to mention. I've been repeatidly annoying Le today even though I don't mean to. I guess today (as well as every other day he has off) just isn't my day. He had this idea we would make lumpia together today, and I seem to have disappointed him throughout the entire process starting with going to get the ingrediants, continuing with making them, and ending with tasting them. Bah.

As Will Smith says in I, Robot, I'm the worlds dumbest dumb guy. I guess being a guy just makes me dumber, eh? A triple dumb, then.

On a final, good, note, Le's room is relatively clean now. All of his shirts are either hanging in the closet or needing washed, and his pants are folded neatly in a pile next to his dresser. Virtually all of the trash in the room has been bagged and is ready to be thrown out. The biggest source of clutter in the room is the top of his desk, where dozens of receipts lay scattered all over amoung letters and other misc objects.
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