on your mark...

i found work. the past week or so i've been in training at a "red robin" in a strip mall in avon. training for jobs has always been paramount to a root canal for me, or worse pain than what i imagine giving birth is like. it eats away at my soul. i met patrick in training for a job at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. flirting with him managed to cast all the wretched hours spent in conference rooms watching computer screen projections of ancient computer programs in a romantic ambient light which made the whole thing bearable.

the red robin training had none of the epic qualities of the museum training. me and a mother of two sat in the walkin which held all the napkins and kids cups reading through a manual as thick as my wrist, taking written tests on exact amounts of parsley used to top a bowl of southwest rodeo chicken illegal alien linguini and taking turns rolling our eyes at our trainer who was younger than both of us.

on the final day, holding two stopwatches he watched as we punched orders into the computer system, took his time stopping the time when we were done and then painstakingly went through the orders to insure it was all perfect. we both failed the first time. we were both so angry and humiliated that he aquiesced to letting us take it over right away, mainly because he knew there was a chance we'd beat the crap out of him if he didn't.

so tomorrow i finally get money in my pocket. real earned money.

it's hard to think about where my life is right now. it's too bizarre. i've racked up some insane resume items in the past few years and yet a 20 yr old with a stopwatch has the power to decide my economic fate.

i'm gonna go paint.