Jeremy bet that he could

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Jeremy bet that he could slip his Survivor buff down across his chest like the women on the show.

He was correct.

Chiseled the car out of it's seven inch snow shell to go out for jobs.

I collected a Blockbuster and a Borders application. I doubt I'll get either of those jobs. Places like to collect applications for sport.

At the end of the year, each Blockbuster store counts up their number of received applications and the one with the most wins a pizza party. This is what I believe, anyway.

I also walked into a GNC with a hiring sign. The man behind the counter was older, and upon my request of an application he immediately asked if I was eighteen. He then fumbled around for the application before explaining that they had run out. Age discrimination. I wanted to scream "I am arguably the greatest success story in the history of low carb! I am the damn PRINCE OF LOW CARB! Do you know how many of these low carb products... the ones that have taken over your entire store... Do you know how many I can sell?!"

I am seriously considering a job at Wendy's. It's right behind my house and their sign is not trying to sell me a new variation of chicken sandwich (see below for list of new sandwich possibilities)... instead their sign reads, "Now accepting applications for PM staff." THEY ARE DESPERATE. I AM DESPERATE. We're perfect for each other. We're like chicken, bacon and ranch... the perfect new Wendy's sandwich.

Or Wendy's new Monterey Jack, Bacon Ranch Chicken Sandwich! For a limited time only!
Or Wendy's new Southwestern Bacon Ranch Chicken Sandwich! Limited time only, folks!
Or Wendy's new Spicy Ranch Chicken Club with Bacon!
Or Wendy's new Tangy Barbeque Bacon Ranch Chicken Club with Monterey Jack Cheese! Get it now, before we change the name again!

Money is money, and I'm not sure I care how I make it. No matter what I choose, working sucks. But this way, when I'm a published author, I'll get to say, "I was working at Wendy's when I wrote that book... now I'm filthy rich!" Also... I'll most certainly be the most famous person working at said Wendy's. If given guff, I can bust out with the, "I don't have to take that from you, I'm going on Oprah next week," and they'll back down. Naturally.


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