Okay, so after submitting seven job applications just today [and most places weren’t even hiring], I think most of them were flops. A lot of them, when I asked if they were hiring, just gave me this slightly dazed look and said, “yeah, I suppose so.” And they handed me an application, I guess because they had to. A couple places gave me an application after I assured them I was eighteen and had graduated high school. But one place, a pretzel shop in the mall [Twisted Joe’s], actually had a handwritten “Help Wanted” sign sitting on the counter. And when I “inquired within,” a woman who reminded me a lot of my Dearma [my mother’s mother] enthusiastically gave me an application.
Well, I took all seven of them back this morning. A couple of people kind of rolled their eyes because they knew they probably wouldn’t hire me no matter what my application said. A couple of people looked confused; I guess their coworker on yesterday’s shift didn’t really know about how they were overstaffed. But that same woman at the pretzel shop took my application and actually went over it right then and there, and then assured me that she would see that her daughter got it [I guess she works for her daughter?].
Growing up and taking responsibility is very tough. Sometimes I feel like I’m only fourteen.
Anyhow. I’ll call them back tomorrow to make sure that the appropriate people got my application and all, and remind them that I am persistant. And if none of that goes through; welll, then, I suppose it’s time for another Shawnee drive through.
And it’s all one step closer to getting down to CHELSY’S house. I mean, her mom is awesome and volunteered to drive one way [it’s about two hours from here to Lawton, maybe a bit more], but I really want to take that extra step of independence and take a road trip on my own. Because if I can make it to Lawton and back, my parents will trust that I can make it to TEXAS and back as well, right?
I’ll make sure and keep you updated, okay?
