Mulligan's, I know your two clerks gave me two applications, due to my soft voice and small stature, but I'm also aware I wasn't completely humilated, as one told me the manager's schedule to a tee and how those hours would be the very best time to apply.
Oh, paycheck job, if only I could belong to you as we are meant to be. I wish I were better at applying for these sorts of things, as now I'm left to return one of the two at either five in the morning or during school hours. Atleast they weren't girls. Women hate when I apply for jobs-not surprisingly, these women are usually fat. Obtuse. Planets, if you will. I get the bad look, the up and down look, the I'm-going-to-throw-your-application-in-the-trash-IN-FRONT-OF-YOUR-FACE-look.
Yes, yes, these are the joys of growing up.
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