I've been running around like mad, picking up applications, dropping them off, interviewing, and bull shitting... with a smile! I've applied at places I never thought I would work, car washes, hair salons, at&t stores, anywhere really. I figure anything, even if temporary, is better than nothing. On the way home today I drove past The Llewellyn Corp, and they had a huge sign outside that said "Help Wanted". Not knowing anything about this company, I walked in and inquired as to what kind of help they were looking for, turns out it's outside sales, something I know nothing about and have no experience in. I met with the owner, he offered me an ice cream cone, I accepted, we talked for a bit, and he offered me a job. I'm still not exactly sure what the company is all about, but I'll be there at 8am tomorrow to find out. I believe it has something to do with providing sales tax relief on energy bills through specific exemptions. Hmm. 8am. Wow.
I also interviewed at Fred Astaire Dance Studio and they offered me a job teaching ballroom dance. I would have to go through dance training before I can start making any money, and that may take anywhere from one week to two months, depending. I'm not sure if I can wait that long for a pay check... I suppose I could get another part time job. I really regret not following through the last time I trained to teach ballroom five years ago. Dancing is what makes me the happiest on the planet. I miss it.
Yay. Choices.
I'm beginning to feel way more comfortable with the fire hoop business. I found that having music on helps enormously. The neighbors all came running over when they saw us light up tonight, that was fun. Fire in suburbia, I love it.
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America needs gellatarias. Needs them. I think the whole fucking country could benefit from a little ice cream every day.
-Sean
I love the idea of you teaching ballroom dance! you would be filling peoples lives with some much needed joy and spice! That is badass! :)
lol@ "8am. wow."
even though i never got to see you more than once a month outside of burning season, i miss you terribly.
however, i now have more excuses to come to houston. those fuckers are adding up in a hurry.
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