Basically, this blog is about my experiences working for a summer at a Super Mart store (not its real name). My mom told me to get a job and, since none of the trendy coffee shops would have me, I applied online. After several botched interviews were i did everything in my power to screw up (forgot my i.d., didn't know social security #), i was hired. I don't think there was ever any doubt in my managers mind that i'd work there. He indicated this at the interview, by beginning with the three questions "legal?, any felonies?, consent to drug screen?". I was scared.
Lets clear something up, i am a white guy from the suburbs, so the whole drug test at any time deal was a little freaky. I'm not saying teenage white suburbans don't do drugs, just a. i don't and b. the whole "at any time" thing reminded my of a book i read once. "1984".
Anyway, at the interview, i was given the promise of a few shifts, a temporary meat cutters union membership, and a time card. the time card has 7#'s on it, the first 3 are the stores area code, and the last for were my personal serial code.
The next hurtle would by to get my "peeps" to accept my job. After a rousing chorus of "YOU'RE THE MANS MACHINE" and "YOU'RE JUST A #". Well you know what guys, #### you.
But i persevered. This job was hard and i hadn't even showed up yet.
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