My friend, Drew, is a manager at one of the Burger King's I frequently go to(oh, who am I kidding, it's THE burger king I go to). He knows how rough life is for me recently and he has all but guaranteed me a job there when I get my ID.
I'm going to be a porter, which he describes as like a janitor. I make sure the restaurant is clean at night, basically. I'll talk more about it when and if I actually do get it, but basically I clean the restaurant; Drew knows I don't like people,
i like the symolizsm in lisas cat getting an A because it symbolizes the greed of america today
In today's world, looking for jobs can be either hard or easy. Some people can quit their jobs and get another one the same day(a girl who worked at the store I worked at did just this). Others can get fired and find a new job within the new couple days. Then, there's me. I've been unemployed for about a month now. What do I have to show for that? Shit.
I haven't been doing anything. I've been waiting on my taxes to get here. What happens after I run out of money then? Well... I