Before I kick in on this burning missive, if you get your hands on a DVD copy of "Clerks II", check out the MySpace credits at the very end (be quick with the pause button)cause my name is in there (along with a few thousand other people). That little bit made me giddy today.
Ok, on with the post.
The post graduation job that I had lined up and had even started at part time?
Yeah, that didn't work out.
It's kind of a long story. Needless to say that there was a fair amount of backstabbing done to me to make me look pretty much like the Antichrist to the higher ups in the company without my knowledge and to my shock and dismay. I thought things had been going pretty good! Shows how much I knew about what was going down.
When I found out about this, my mind was made up pretty quick to cut and run. Did I really want to move to a shithole little town and work with some people that pretty much had it out for me? Hell, what would you do? I told the higher up that was my decision to leave the company, thanked her for the opportunity, and got the fuck outta there with a quickness.
Truth be told I did like the job, but the big reason to take the gig was to have some employment as soon as I got outta school, and not scramble for a job once I passed the stage come graduation day. But in the back of my mind, there was a weird feeling I was getting, "Spider Sense" for lack of a better term telling me this was a really bad idea. It was telling me, "Don't do this, don't take the job. Anything but this." And like the thick headed jackass that I am I chose to ignore that, just happy that I had that all important post-graduation job.
So what now? I had put down a deposit on an apartment earlier this week in the shithole town. I talked to the landlord today and I'll get some of it back, but not all. I had anticipated that. The plan goes back to where I was pre-job. Couch surf at one of my parents houses till I find a job. Simple as that.
On the upside, I'm glad to have a little down time after graduation to chill a little bit. And I'm glad to not be working for a company that really had me saying, "What the fuck?" to how they operated the company. Best way to say it is that they were operating a large company with policies and rules that were more suited to running a a little mom and pop kind of place, not a company that rakes in millions a year. Really fucking weird. I don't feel like going into all of it at the moment, well a little.
The position was to be management for a video rental chain (not Blockbuster or Hollywood Video, I'm not gonna name the name). One of the rules they had on the book was that on the weekends all employees were to be dressed in business professional gear. A tie and all that good shit. That one struck me as really fucking weird. I mean let's face it. I'm working in a store where you can rent Playstation games and porno among other things. Me being all decked out while I'm letting a guy rent "Ass To Mouth #4" borders on overkill. I'm not selling high end electronics or cars or handing out bank loans. I'm renting fucking movies to people. You really think that guy whose gonna be jerking off to the movie I just rented to him is thinking, "Wow, that guy was dressed really sharp!"? No! He's thinking, "I wanna jerk off to porn."
That was just the tip of the iceberg.
No need to dwell on a fucked up store in a little shithole town that treated me like a jackass. Time to look forward and get this college thing done and over with.