While I’ve been waiting over a month for these 2 jobs I really want to get back at me (one of them contacted me last week saying I’m still on the list for their final interview), I decided that I still need to pay for student loans and shit. It’s not fun being totally broke. I didnt know what I would do because no job around would hire me and then I’d end up leaving shortly afterward. That’s not classy.
So a bud of mine contacted me about his job hiring delivery people that wouldnt need me all the time. I’m thinking like pizza or something. But turns out I’m delivering flowers in a brightly colored outfit to homes, companies, and funerals. (Going from “Have a sunshiny day!” to “Sorry for your loss..” in 10 seconds flat) I didnt even have to interview for this. They liked me immediately when I walked in, like I havent even started working yet and they already call me Bubbles. It’s really laid back and chill, so I think i’m gonna love it there.
Meanwhile my stupid parents who im living with are never satisfied and I figured they’d be happy to hear me tell them that I have a job, but they got on my ass for not asking specifically how much I would be paid.
Me: “Hey mom! I got a job now! I get to deliver flowers and read sappy cards and stuff!”
Mom: “How much they payin’ you?”
Me: “I…uh…forgot to ask. I was excited about getting a flexible job.”
Mom: *SHIT STORM*
I’m not as excited about it as I was when I first walked in….I cant live here much longer or it’ll make my depression worse.