Today is one of those days when you know your manager wants you to come in to take some tests for promotion, yet he never told you when exactly to come so you call when the store opens and someone else tells you he was looking for you an hour ago, so they run and find him, he says, “Come in now! Prepared! In uniform!” So you scramble to wash your dirty-ass hair, spot clean your uniform, run to the gas station, blow through traffic, frantically sweating with nervousness, get to work, and said manager doesn’t really care. You stand around, he takes his time, gives you two four page tests, you kill them, even though he asks if you’re cheating as you gaze over towards the bar, totally finished with the liquor test as it is, then when you’re done he hands you another test, this one nearly thirty pages long. So you power through said thirty-pager no problem, until you hit the middle, hand hurting, feeling like you’re in highschool again taking another stupid AP test- which tells nothing more than how much free money you should get in college (in this specific case how fast they should move you up to serving weekend nights and in which section, therefore dictating how much money you should probably make) until another manager comes up and sits down pretending to have a “talk” when really he’s helping you with an answer— and this is a manager you thought knew nothing— and once he walks away you realize all the remaining questions were part of the previous test, so you stack your papers together, situate yourself, get up, and walk into the manager’s office with much gusto knowing you are done, you have conquered, whether or not you’ve passed, and are told thus far you’ve probably done well, even though you don’t need to hear it.
Then you go home, feeling accomplished, feeling like a champion, and mostly feeling like tomorrow you have nothing else to do but take care of yourself until it’s time to go back and hear the good news. That, or take care of yourself until it’s time to go back, hear the bad news, and continue to work hard while secretly finding a better job elsewhere.
Assuming there is another open job elsewhere….
And the only bad thing in the world is the most recent Mogwai album, which puts a sour taste in your mouth, even though mouths weren’t made for listening and ears weren’t made for tasting.
Gogo Gadget America!