Me: "Uh, hi, would you guys perhaps be hiring at the moment?"
Salesperson: "Not at the moment."
Me: "Uh, well, would you maybe consider possibly taking m resume any way, perhaps?"
Salesperson: "Sure."
Me: *slides over resume and then begins to nonchalantly peruse their clothing/electronics/jewelry/decor, like nothing happened*
I would make a smooth drug dealer.
I am on the job hunt once more. This time, locations have changed. I am now living in the city. If you would like my address, feel free to contact my mother, or myself, I suppose. This is the internet, so I won't be putting it on here. Just in case.
This blog may only consist of my moaning and groanings. It may be filled with moody, lonely, poor person poetry, or the ramblings of a anxiety filled loony. It may be me being thankful for all the truly great people that have raised me and given me a ladder when I've been stuck in a hole.
It's up to me, really. I'll do my best to keep you filled in. I imagine that, until I get a job, this blog will be updated often.
Hope harvest/the shop/your job/your life is going well. I'll see most of you this weekend.
love,
Brooklyn
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