Jobs Past...

I applied for two jobs today. Good times. Chances of getting either of these jobs? No idea. Part of me would love some mindless administrative job, with policies and guidelines and little, to no thought required. In theory, I could get my work done quickly and read. On the other hand, I do appreciate work that requires me to be more active and spontaneous. I applied for one of each.

I once had a job where all I did was read. I worked in a hockey arena during the summer. I was in the concession stand selling gross food. Even here, there aren't all that many people playing hockey in the summer. I got through three mystery novels, most of the Chronicles of Narnia and a few others before my  bosses starting nagging me. I eventually just moved my chair so they couldn't see me reading. Not my favourite job.

My second job had similar moments. I worked in a chip truck. Definitely not my favourite job. The upside was, I often got to work with my then best friend. We ended up using fry boxes, tape and permanent markers to make aliens that we later named and invented a backstory for. Once, when it was raining and it was obvious no one would be coming by an outdoor food installation for food (not even the people in the crack house across the street) we placed a bucket below the awning and waited for it to fill. In the meantime, we decorated Pogo boxes. We then put the Pogo boxes in the bucket and tipped it. First box to the storm drain won. We chased flies a lot too... but eventually we realized that the more flies we killed, the more spiders we attracted. Neither of us could tolerate spiders. Believe it or not, we were in fact the two hardest workers there.

My third job very rarely gave me the opportunity to horse around. I was always working on something. Most of the time it was stressful, tiring and I almost always injured myself. The upside was, I knew I'd earned my money. By the time I quit, the problem had become the money not being worth it.

So once again I wait and see. My mother informed me that should I get an interview, I am to "turn on the charm". I'm pretty sure I'm one of those people who becomes charming once you get to know them. First impressions... people tend to underestimate me. It's very irritating. Dammit! Where's Anthony Hopkins when I need him? (Legend of Zorro Reference... in case that sounded creepier than intended).

Lauren.