ack! i hate job applications.
Apr. 26th, 2001 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
finstergrrrlfirst, about the music: i don't like no doubt. that's why it's weird that i have them in my head.
i hate job applications. specifically, i hate applications in which the expectations are spelled out in detail, a la "DO NOT USE HAIR DRYER IN BATHTUB." as if we needed to be told. those places always strike me as fascist, and if i'm going to be fascist, i'm going to get a hell of a lot more money. there's no way i will forego kissing my sweetie in public to work in an arcade full of screaming kids. especially if i can't play the games.
man, these things just make me want to cry. there are the cool ones, like hot topic and sam goody (although after my empire records job, even sam goody feels like selling my soul to the devil), and then there are things like those weird beauty salons that sell "product" by the gallon and expect you to wear makeup to work (for those of you who don't know me, that ain't happenin' for less than a living wage, and even then it's rare enough, and only if it's my choice to begin with). but i filed for unemployment, so i have to make five job contacts a week. (basically, they want me not to have to use their service....) i already tore up the arcade one and i don't think i'll turn in the beauty one unless it's my absolute last resort. the idea of working in the mall, period, is just...weird. it's...very...kevin smith. it's very clerks. ideally i'd get my little habhumanity job and be happy and fine and the world would be beautiful. no, ideally i'd already be a web guru and could work at three in the morning in my pajamas if i wanted to, and i could go to see my brother's graduation without having to ask permission. so i should work on that. :)
i hate job applications. specifically, i hate applications in which the expectations are spelled out in detail, a la "DO NOT USE HAIR DRYER IN BATHTUB." as if we needed to be told. those places always strike me as fascist, and if i'm going to be fascist, i'm going to get a hell of a lot more money. there's no way i will forego kissing my sweetie in public to work in an arcade full of screaming kids. especially if i can't play the games.
man, these things just make me want to cry. there are the cool ones, like hot topic and sam goody (although after my empire records job, even sam goody feels like selling my soul to the devil), and then there are things like those weird beauty salons that sell "product" by the gallon and expect you to wear makeup to work (for those of you who don't know me, that ain't happenin' for less than a living wage, and even then it's rare enough, and only if it's my choice to begin with). but i filed for unemployment, so i have to make five job contacts a week. (basically, they want me not to have to use their service....) i already tore up the arcade one and i don't think i'll turn in the beauty one unless it's my absolute last resort. the idea of working in the mall, period, is just...weird. it's...very...kevin smith. it's very clerks. ideally i'd get my little habhumanity job and be happy and fine and the world would be beautiful. no, ideally i'd already be a web guru and could work at three in the morning in my pajamas if i wanted to, and i could go to see my brother's graduation without having to ask permission. so i should work on that. :)
