Backround:
My dad has been telling me he's going to give me a job doing all the tiny bitchworks he never gets around to, and I'll get paid for it and it'll be great. He's been telling me this for so long I have utterly avoided putting in apps anywhere else, because I mean, hey. However, him promising to give me this job has resulted in Jack Shit. He's always too busy to help or too tired or he literally gets up an hour early to go to work to avoid taking me ("you slept in!" MY ASS).
So, finally, I'm fed up. The job market in Ann Arbor is so fucking over saturated with FoB Pfizer rejects and their pretentious little teens that it's almost utterly impossible for a gimp to get a job in Ann Arbor. I say almost, because there is one place that is always hiring. And they'll take whoever promises to work for them, regardless of what state they're in.
That's right.
I got another job painting houses.
My dad was so totally horrified by the fact I would actually work this job again (not to mention with a bum leg) that he is begging me to come to work with him tomorrow so we can do paperwork and I, y'know, actually start working.
What I didn't tell him, though, is that they wouldn't actually let me paint houses because A) I'm (most likely) starting physical therapy soon and working 16 hour days so does not coincide with doing... well, anything else, really and B) I can't actually climb ladders. Or roofs. Or, y'know, anything. But my dad has such a low opinion of the CWP (for good reason) that he believes they'll stoop anything to get cheap labor.
Point being, I will finally start working. Which means I'll have gas money for later in the summer AND something societally (HAH) productive to do.
In other news: I finished an 11 book series in under a week.
1 comment:
"I say almost, because there is one place that is always hiring. And they'll take whoever promises to work for them, regardless of what state they're in.
That's right.
I got another job painting houses."
HAHAHA BECCA THAT IS A RIOT!
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