Now a story...
I have always loved the idea of having a summer job. Being able to make your own moolah, and then being able to spend it on things (and save for university, yeah, yeah) like...like...
And no, I'm not referring to buying the clothes, I'm referring to buying the sexy bitches wearing dem garments. (It's late, there are attractive men onscreen, please excuse my crudeness.)
Anyhow, up until now I've been unable to actually get a summer job, legally. What the hell? Basically the law was: FOREIGNERS? WORK? WITH NO WORK PERMIT? WHUT. >:O NO. So no job for Wallis...:( So I was alone for some summers, and had to wait for my friends to stop working, this was only recently though. I made good money in another occupation though...
NO. I know what you were thinking...a floozy, right? EXACTLY. Unfortunately it usually ended up something like this:
So instead (I'm joking, I have about as much sex appeal as a mullet does, serz), I babysat and made REALLY GOOD MONEY: $15/hour, so after about 6 hours: KAH-CHING! And since it was for family friends, I was always given extra. ;) Holla atchyo babysitter!
Anyhow, this summer I've decided that since I've moved to wonderful place where I can work and earn money, that I'd apply for a job.
The town I live in, is to be frank the tiniest, most insignificant place ever. It's kinda..."hick-y"...I've seen so many plaid shirts this week, as well as joyously withered old women who work in the public offices, and young mothers and fathers (eg: I saw an 18 year old couple) pushing around their strollers smoking (sometimes swearing up a storm)..and more. However, this isn't the whole of the town, this is just the surface I think...I think...we'll see.
So, I thought to myself, "HEY. LET'S START LIVING SOMEWHAT MORE CLICHÉ!" (did I ever rant about how cliché my life is...? So, I applied for a job. Where?
AND 
Yeah. I applied as a part-time worker there. Laugh your ass away. I certainly am. I actually just pictured Wallis working there.
My coherency levels will reach a new low. In fact when I even called the Manager's Office at McDonald's, the conversation went a bit like this:
(RING RING)
Manager, sir (MS): This is ________, Manager at McDonald's. Can I help?
Wallis: (In a formal, rehearsed tone): Hello, my name is Wallis C. I'm just calling to inquire about whether or not you have any job opportunities?
MS:...whut?
Wallis: (Oh...that must have sounded odd, come up with something new!) Just...uh...do you, do you have any..are yo-
MS: What?
Wallis: (Really nervous about how stupid I sound now) Do you have jobs? Are you giving people jobs?
MS: Yes, of course. (He wanted to say, "DUHHHH")
Wallis: (regains confidence) I was looking online, and see that I can apply online...and yeah, I can...job.
MS:...
Wallis: SO, if I do that...will it come to you, or would you rather see me in person? What works for you? My face?
MS:...what?
Wallis: (sigh) I'll apply and online, and you shall get my application. Have a great day.
MS: (all cheerful) Goodbye!
Oh Wallis, COHERENT. SO. WELL. YOU. IS....so, I applied online there, and then I applied to Tim Horton's. Now I'm just waiting. I'll go into my ho-dunk little town tomorrow and look for jobs in non-commercial places, see if I'm lucky...there's this place called "Pita Pantry", a health store :D
Anyhow, it's now 1am. And it's time to read the rest of the Hunger Games, which by the way: ROCK.
Love,
Captain.
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