Friday, June 09, 2006

Blockbuster Hit of the Summer

Item 1: Responsibilities, or Lack Thereof
As of yesterday at about 12, spring quarter is over for me at school. I was just hired at a job, starting on monday. My band, having just been into the studio and played a show, has no pressing obligations for a good while. I don't move into my new house untitl next week. In other words, I have, at least for this weekend, no important responsibilities. It's pretty awesome, and pretty uncommon. By a week from monday, I'll be in class again (10 credits, two classes), and working, and will have to move across town in the meantime.

Item 2: Workin' for The Man™
This new job is at the Bellingham location of Papa John's, where I will be delivering pizza. It's the same position as my old job, but it will be completely different. For example, while at Mad, the only dress code stipulation was wearing a store shirt, here I will be required to wear a brand shirt, white undershirt, and khaki pants, and keep my cheeks clean shaven at all times and my visible body unpierced.

More annoying than clothing restrictions, though, is the fact that I will have to attend the company orientation nonsense that will be held on monday, at 5 o'clock, in Everett, WA. Now, I'm not entirely sure if I have anyone reading who is not from Washington state, so let me just assure you, that Everett is a terrible place to go any time, but during rush hour on a weekday, it is nothing short of cruel and unsual to send someone there. Getting there from Seattle (which is where I'll be for most of this weekend) by the freeway takes, in good traffic, about half an hour. I dread to think how much time I'll spend on the road getting there this time.

So, long story short: I am a corporate sell out and boo on me, but I'll have money now so I can finally by that hurdy gurdy I've been after.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous jackie said...

so, as a pizza delivery dude, will you be doing porn on the side?

i certainly hope so.

11:41 AM  
Anonymous Tara said...

If you're going to spend that kind of money on some weirdass instrument, a Theramin's the way to go. They're like magical science harps!

6:37 PM  
Blogger Mephisto said...

I do love me some theramins, but their names are as cool as hurdy gurdies. Plus, they're really only good for sounding like aliens from the planet 50s.

10:38 PM  
Anonymous Tara said...

And when is that possibly undesireable and/or not useful??? NEVER, so don't "only" me!

6:02 PM  

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