Desperate times call for desperate measures
In light of my decreased savings and unhappy borrowing circumstances, yesterday I made a resolution to lower my job standards. I woke up this morning printed off a dozen copies of my resume and headed off into town to paint the fences with my face. Retail or fast-food here I come! The first place I went into was Movie Gallery. I smiled, filled out the application and was interviewed on the spot. Yes it‘s true , I am now the proud owner of a part-time minimum wage job at a movie rental store. Free rentals and privileged pre-viewings- I’m living la viva loca. Oh well, at least I will have some income while I’m trying to find something better.
To be humble, to rid yourself of unhealthy pride is a very important thing. I have to be honest that it was hard for me to come to this point. I would never criticize or demean people who worked in retail or fast-food. I always thought I was great for them, especially if that’s what they enjoyed. I tried so hard to avoid the stigma that being in such a position was bottom rung- especially for people not in high school/college and I believed it or at least I thought I did. For some reason though, I could not bring myself to work at such a place. I think it was my pride. I hate admitting I have been taken in by stratification but it looks that way. Maybe I just have goals that seem far removed from the up-sale world of consumerism. Anyway, I start tomorrow with my new tan pants, polo shirt and under twenty co-workers. At least the phrase “would you like fries with that?” is not involved.
To be humble, to rid yourself of unhealthy pride is a very important thing. I have to be honest that it was hard for me to come to this point. I would never criticize or demean people who worked in retail or fast-food. I always thought I was great for them, especially if that’s what they enjoyed. I tried so hard to avoid the stigma that being in such a position was bottom rung- especially for people not in high school/college and I believed it or at least I thought I did. For some reason though, I could not bring myself to work at such a place. I think it was my pride. I hate admitting I have been taken in by stratification but it looks that way. Maybe I just have goals that seem far removed from the up-sale world of consumerism. Anyway, I start tomorrow with my new tan pants, polo shirt and under twenty co-workers. At least the phrase “would you like fries with that?” is not involved.
posted by June-Star at 3:43 PM
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you don't qualify for ei?
My last job was similar to a JCP and because the council that I worked for was voluntary I don't think I can get ei. I faintly remember something like that in my contract. Anyway, things might be looking up. I have to do some comp. skills and medical terminology testing at a local hospital on Mon. and if I do well, I might get a clerk/desk job there. The $$$ from a hospital job would be a huge score. Now I just have to cram before the test. My medical terminology needs a lot of brushing up on.
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