Guess where I want a job.
Air conditioning is the thing that first made me consider it. Everyone knooowwws doing anything in the summer (let alone working) is the suckiest thing in the world. Like. Ever. Air conditioning’d make this a little more bearable, and there’s none of that at a lowly petrol station.
The local supermarket has red polo shirts. Now red’s always eyecatching, and the polo shirt is obviously a very flattering item of clothing. And then you realise – you’re going to be wearing a very classy uniform. You know what else is classy? Audrey Hepburn. Daaaaamn.
The work itself isn’t too demanding, I hear from a check-out chick veteran. This way, you can let your mind drift and think of things… Getting two things done at once? Only at a supermarket! This way, I could figure out solutions to important issues of today, such as, “OMG WHAT’S WITH THAT TEXT FROM TWO WEEKS AGO”.
Still, working at a supermarket can’t be boring because you’re on the other side of the EFTPOS machine. Now, this is pretty cool; it’s like a whole new side to shopping. I bet you still get the buzz of using it, only you’re not actually losing money. Win-win!
To add more variety to the workload, once I saw a friend working at a supermarket. She used an intercom. “Keys, please” she said. Her voice was dull and soulless. It was awesome. This would be an excellent opportunity to develop a ‘telephone voice’, or at least practise different accents. I’m right, you know I am.
In fact, just talking to people as they come to pay for things gives a lot of chances at this small talk thing. I fail at it, so I’ll need a lot of chances. You mean I could leave work with actual life skills? Bonus!
Also, otherwise I’m going to leave university with a useless degree, huge student loan, and no work experience. Of course people would want to employ me!
It’s his supporters. Here’s what annoys me about them:
a). The excessive use of “YES WE CAN” everywhere. You actually sound like mindless idiots, oh hey. Or worse, “YES WE DID” – we’re not done fixing everything yet.
b). Supporting Obama because he’s either young or black or has a nice voice… Yes, because policies don’t mean a thing. I really hate people on Bebo sometimes.
I’m so glad he won. But also terrified that everyone’s going to be so caught up with idolising him that they’re not going to notice the things he’ll do wrong – let alone call him out on it. He’s the best shot we have, but you’re kidding yourself to think he’s going to be perfect. That he’s going to be the amazing president the campaign promised.
…Even if I will save pictures of him looking particularly nice, ahaha. Yaaayy.
But if the concept OBAMA IS HUMAN is too hard to grasp, watch videos of his first press conference as president elect. Watch his hands, even. He’s freaking out.
Aaaaaahhh Free Cell. It’s nice and relaxing: listening to music, thinking, and playing Free Cell.
My first exam is in a month, and this makes me weep: I just can’t play stupid card games now!
…Also I’ve realised I’m far too obsessed. Seriously, after a few hours of playing I’ll think, “All right, I should really stop” and close the window. This is followed by me thinking, “What’ll I do now? OOOH FREE CELL.” And I’ll play for another hour.
The Free Cell has to stop.
All links to to it have been deleted from my Start men. And just to prove how serious I am, see that screencap? I googled it.
While listening to a lecture recording, I automatically go to open a game of Free Cell. This is a habit – I think that by pretending to listen, I’ll get points for looking like I’m studying, right? Good luck getting into second year Law, Becka! But this time I notice it’s not on my Start menu. It’s an odd feeling and my hands need something to do. I wonder if maybe I should take up smoking, but I’m doing the right thing, and typing this instead.
I think I am onto some excellent journalism-type stuff right here.
Some mornings I have a two hour break between lectures. During this time I’ve been
reading Critic, checked the sites I like to visit every day… then… What now? It’s when studying is boring and you don’t know where your friends are – this is the time for playing Free Cell. Instead I thought I’d write about it, so here I am. Success!
I’ve discovered I’m developing the habit of writing down everything I’m thinking… rather than just thinking it while playing sweet, sweet Free Cell (I’m sorry, world). At least I’m off to a good start…. somehow.