Moar Fazoli's. Yes, moar Fazoli's.
Today I went in for orientation, where I filled out the hour's worth of boring paperwork that comes with any legal job in America. I was officially hired today, and I start work on Tuesday at 4:30pm (typing the time so that my conceited self, when I decide to read over my blog every day like I normally do, will remember to go to work on Tuesday xD) after the second day of school.
But back to today.
After the paperwork-filling-out-ness, I got to wait for the manager a little while, who, coincidentally has the same name as my mom (first and last), for her to bring me the shirt that goes with my uniform and to do the manager/boss stuff that they normally have to do, like go over safety regulations and bullshit that makes little-to-no sense (in my mind anyway). Afterwards, I went home and enjoyed dinner, then I farted around the internet some, during which event I got to have a good conversation with the love of my life, and write this blog post.
And if you read this, Geuss, I want you to know that I love you reguardless of anything else. You've been the only person in this world who's caught me this well, and I never want to let go :)... and hopefully our conversation tonight has brought us even closer together, which would be my only wish.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Bogard Excursion.
I meant to be on last night, but a chain of events caused me to stay in another city last night with no internet access.
My friend, Bogard, called to see if I could help him load his truck because he was moving out, and into an apartment in the next city over, so I agreed, I thought it would only be a two-hour job.
I told my parents that I would probably be home by 9. It was about 7 at the time.
I get to his house, and he realized that we needed to go to Wal-mart and get a copy of the apartment key made for Sean, his roomate. We were about to take his truck, but his mom had to leave while we were going to be gone, and his little brother was still there, and there were only two seats in thr truck, so we took my car, instead. We get to wal-mart and eveything goes according to plan, I stop and get a little gas on the way back.
We drive back and load the truck, 9 o'clock rolls by, his mom's gone, and we're at his house with him and his little brother.
We weren't even finished loading at 9, so I was going to call my parents to tell them that I'd be late, then he comes up with the idea that I'll just spend the night with him at his house. I call my parents and tell them, and they agree. We get the truck finished, and decide to just go ahead and bring all his stuff down there that night at 11, when his mom got back home.
So we take a 20 minute drive to Johnson City and to the apartment (him and sean are splitting one, and below us, Fletcher and Michael are splitting another... all 4 people are my friends, and we all used to go to Fire and Water together) and meet up with Fletcher, Michael and Sean, the we get all his stuff moved in. At that point it's about midnight, so instead of driving back to Kingsport, we instead just decide to stay there, and since we were already there, we went over to Wal-Mart, about a mile away, and stocked up on kitchen stuff and food.
We get back, and I realize that I had an air-mattress in my trunk, so that solved the bed problem for me. We hung out making the apartment look good (these are my friends, so we have a different style of what looks 'good').
So we went to bed at about 3, and Bogard and Sean had to go to work at 8 this morning, so I decided to leave for home when they did for work.
Now I'm here.
My friend, Bogard, called to see if I could help him load his truck because he was moving out, and into an apartment in the next city over, so I agreed, I thought it would only be a two-hour job.
I told my parents that I would probably be home by 9. It was about 7 at the time.
I get to his house, and he realized that we needed to go to Wal-mart and get a copy of the apartment key made for Sean, his roomate. We were about to take his truck, but his mom had to leave while we were going to be gone, and his little brother was still there, and there were only two seats in thr truck, so we took my car, instead. We get to wal-mart and eveything goes according to plan, I stop and get a little gas on the way back.
We drive back and load the truck, 9 o'clock rolls by, his mom's gone, and we're at his house with him and his little brother.
We weren't even finished loading at 9, so I was going to call my parents to tell them that I'd be late, then he comes up with the idea that I'll just spend the night with him at his house. I call my parents and tell them, and they agree. We get the truck finished, and decide to just go ahead and bring all his stuff down there that night at 11, when his mom got back home.
So we take a 20 minute drive to Johnson City and to the apartment (him and sean are splitting one, and below us, Fletcher and Michael are splitting another... all 4 people are my friends, and we all used to go to Fire and Water together) and meet up with Fletcher, Michael and Sean, the we get all his stuff moved in. At that point it's about midnight, so instead of driving back to Kingsport, we instead just decide to stay there, and since we were already there, we went over to Wal-Mart, about a mile away, and stocked up on kitchen stuff and food.
We get back, and I realize that I had an air-mattress in my trunk, so that solved the bed problem for me. We hung out making the apartment look good (these are my friends, so we have a different style of what looks 'good').
So we went to bed at about 3, and Bogard and Sean had to go to work at 8 this morning, so I decided to leave for home when they did for work.
Now I'm here.
Monday, July 28, 2008
New Blog, New Job, Twitter and the such.
So yeah, I just joined the Twitter network... And made a new blog, because I think I need one regular blog and not those crappy forum ones.
So then, I think I just made an epic win on the job situation... The situation being that I don't have one.
My best friend, Jessica, when I told her about the McDingleberry's situation of how they seemed reluctant to hire me at 1am Sundaymorning, she told me to go put in an applcation at Fazoli's where she's working.
So yesterday, I got bored and went to hang out with some friends, we were near Fazoli's (across the street eating at Wendy's), so I parked in their parking lot, walked in and asked for an application. I walk back to my car and fill it out, then I walk back in because I needed Jessica's address on the reference part, where I wrote her down, because an employee reference is a better one than random people they don't know... The other two people on the sheet were the friends sitting in my car I was hanging out with. While she was writing the address, the manager came in and asked me is it was my application, and then interviewed me on the spot. We talked a bit about work, then I mentioned the two years kitchen experience at Camp and he loved it. Then he asked why I couldn't be in on Mondays and Thursdays, and I told him Scout meeting and Martial Arts classes... He then started talking about Martial Arts, and it turns out that he used to go to the same Dojo as I go to currently. So, already I'm on this manager's good side. He then told me that I need to shave, lose the watch I was wearing, get me a pair of Black slacks and a pair of black, no-slip shoes or boots, and to come back at 5:00 wednesday with my SS card and license.
Pretty fucking sweet. (probably) Hired within an hour of applying.
I have to say, Jessica has saved my ass on more than one occasion, and I'd say this is one of the best.
So then, I think I just made an epic win on the job situation... The situation being that I don't have one.
My best friend, Jessica, when I told her about the McDingleberry's situation of how they seemed reluctant to hire me at 1am Sundaymorning, she told me to go put in an applcation at Fazoli's where she's working.
So yesterday, I got bored and went to hang out with some friends, we were near Fazoli's (across the street eating at Wendy's), so I parked in their parking lot, walked in and asked for an application. I walk back to my car and fill it out, then I walk back in because I needed Jessica's address on the reference part, where I wrote her down, because an employee reference is a better one than random people they don't know... The other two people on the sheet were the friends sitting in my car I was hanging out with. While she was writing the address, the manager came in and asked me is it was my application, and then interviewed me on the spot. We talked a bit about work, then I mentioned the two years kitchen experience at Camp and he loved it. Then he asked why I couldn't be in on Mondays and Thursdays, and I told him Scout meeting and Martial Arts classes... He then started talking about Martial Arts, and it turns out that he used to go to the same Dojo as I go to currently. So, already I'm on this manager's good side. He then told me that I need to shave, lose the watch I was wearing, get me a pair of Black slacks and a pair of black, no-slip shoes or boots, and to come back at 5:00 wednesday with my SS card and license.
Pretty fucking sweet. (probably) Hired within an hour of applying.
I have to say, Jessica has saved my ass on more than one occasion, and I'd say this is one of the best.
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