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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Pennies for my Thoughts

So like I said before, I genuinely feel happy right now. As great as that is though, I still need to find a job! - Bills aren’t going to take care of themselves, I don’t think anyways. Not to mention the fact that I really need a haircut, unless I wanna go back to the shag!? The easiest and most logical thing for me would be to get a job serving somewhere, it’s one of things that I’m really good at. Although everyone, including myself, acknowledges that surrounding myself with alcohol, when I’m trying to cut it out altogether is a terrible idea. In spite of knowing this, I needed to get a job fairly soon, and nothing decent seemed to be available.- Something interesting about BC, it’s the most expensive province to live in, and yet the wages are the lowest?! - I’ve been told that this is because of the Asian and Indian immigrant populations that are willing to work for pennies on the dollar. - I headed to a local fine dining restaurant that was hiring, knowing that they’d probably offer me a job on the spot. The restaurant was called “Restaurant 62” and it was a very nice, quaint place, with only 5 servers on staff. Like I always do, I turned on the charm and walked in to talk to the manager. What happened next was pretty much to be expected. I started getting a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, definitely a sign that this wasn’t a good idea. I quickly reverted back to the old me... felt like crap on the inside, but kept up the superficial act on the outside. I continued with the entire interview knowing that I didn’t want to work there, but not saying a thing, but who would, right? - Not like I’m gonna stand up in the middle of the interview and say “I’m sorry, I get a bad feeling about this joint, peace out.” Anyways, they offered me the job and I told them that I could start next week, an obvious lie. - To me anyways. Guess I’m just going to keep on looking. So far the only job prospects I can find pay only about ten dollars an hour, which is almost two and a half times less than I made at RIM. But I might just have to put my pride aside and take an incredibly low paying job. ‘Cause at the end of the day, ten bucks an hour is better than no bucks an hour, right?

-Clev

4 comments:

Diary of a Girl... said...

You could always work there until you find something better. Keep looking! You want to enjoy the environment you work in:)

Unknown said...

If you were here I'd cut your hair :( At least I'd try to :) I have cut My Son,Daughter and lately my Hubbys. EVEN MINE :) Now that is something :)
As for the Job hunting. Good luck with that one. Yes bills pile up and then with that comes worring and that isn't good. YOU MUST ALWAYS listen to your inner SPIRIT, VOICE. It knows things way more than we think we know. It could be your Guardian Angels Dave, giving you the negitive feelings, so you'll move on to something better. As you know, put your worries and requests in Prayer to God. Make them clear and persist. What you put to the Universe, which I believe is listening, can make things HAPPEN FOR YOU. Best of Luck Dave. BE TRUE TO YOU. Know you can do it and feel this too. Put out the good energy and good will happen to you. (THIS I BELIEVE is true). "HUGS" and continue to write.

mama pam said...

Hey Dave...so what did you do? Take the job? Turn it down? What happened?....Did you figure out where or why that 'icky' feeling happened in the pit of your stomache? Maybe we should pray about that and see what the Father wants to do....

Anonymous said...

RIP Clev I know your in heaven!