Oh hey there. It's been a while.
I was unemployed for 2 months after my last job at the office ended (it was a temp thing) and let me tell you, not having money in this city is absolutely dreadful. Many summer activities have fallen through. Depressing.
So I went on the job hunt and spread my seed- I mean, my resumes far and wide, leaving no stone unturned and no employer unaware of my existence. The problem was, no one was calling me back. I'd check in and get dismissed. This happened probably ten or fifteen times, and I heard more apologies than interview requests. As July progressed, I came to a realization, and sighed unhappily.
I would have to go back to Pizza Pit.
I liked the job well enough, despite Rude. I made good money. But being fired because I was sick left a bad taste in my mouth. So I sucked it up and went to the store, and apologized for it. I brown-nosed as best I could. I did everything but throw myself at his feet.
I start Saturday. Expect plenty of stories.
Love, kisses, and here we go again,