I know this isn't possible, but it feels like I'm being fucked with. Seriously fucked with. It goes back a while, back to the start of July. I didn't have a choice about deferring Uni. I had to. It was either that or starve and get Nik and Cat kicked outta here. Not gonna happen.
So I was unemployed. No worries. I start looking for work, halfheartedly sometimes and honestly at others. Looking for work isn't easy for me. I have to break out of my usual habits and invest a hell of a lot of myself in a single application. It's not something I can do lightly.
So I'm looking for work because they only let you have so much Austudy. I don't have a lot of success. The first thing I seriously applied for got me a phone interview but I fucked that up because I wasn't prepared to tell the lies they wanted to hear. After that nothing. I got plenty of calls but couldn't answer them because of the fault we've got with our phone system. Again, something out of my control was influencing me. I did something about that last week and got a mobile phone.
Meanwhile, over a month ago my Auntie visited. She likes the Gloria Jeans flavoured coffees and we went to that one near the corner of Bourke and Elizabeth, where those kids are always handing out flyers for jewellry and cheap food. There was a sign in the window saying they needed workers and she was pretty insistant I should apply. I felt like hell from being awake too long so I said no, but I'd do it in the future. I got back there a few weeks later and the sign was down.
Yesterday I notice an ad on the Monash website for a job in Carlton doing customer service in a small supermarket. I can do that. I've sorta done that before. No problem. I get some resumes printed out courtesy of Cat and went to deliver one this afternoon. The store was about halfway to hell up Nicholson Street in Carlton North. Seemed like a nice enough neighbourhood, one of those that was trendy for a little while but now the money's creeping out. The manager of the store was a cunt, a soft spoken little man that dismissed me without even looking over my papers. He fucking lied about the position being filled, when the ad said there was two. Yeah. And he was all 'You have to move quickly for a job like this' when it was obvious he wasn't going to consider me, giving me this greasy up and down look as he spoke. I got the fuck out of there and caught a tram back to the city.
So I've got an hour left on my PT ticket and three resumes left in my bag and figure I should walk around to see if there's any places with signs in the windows. I go by the Gloria Jeans and sure enough they're looking for people. As I walk by I sort of pause, thinking about going in, and one of the workers there, I think he mighta been the manager or something, opens the door and says 'Why don't you come in? It's too windy out there.' I nearly freaked right there, but I went in, got a coffee, read Shadowland then gave the same guy who asked me in my resume. I'm pretty sure he was the manager.
If I don't have a goddamn job at that store in a week I'll eat my goddamn foot. I swear I feel like I'm being fucked with.