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A/N: I wrote another chapter. That's what, an update once a year? Nope, no good excuse for my lack of updates. I however will not abandon this small little fic. Why? Because I've become attached to it and I feel like it has grown up with me. Wow that's kind of pathetic I must admit. Sadly, my chapters (at least pertaining to this story) are as short as ever and I also have no plans of completely revamping it to make it better. However one day it will be complete. So thanks for reading. Shameless plug: go check out my newer stuff in various different fandoms.
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Well the legal drinking age in this state is 21, as is the rest of the country. After last Saturday's party I thought I should bring that point up. Considering that we were all at that party and none of us were old enough to get that wasted. However, it has nothing to do with my life story so we can discuss Magenta's unfortunate new hair color later.
Yes I know, my red streaks are natural! You're right I am blessed with nice hair…girls…
By the way, what were you thinking, Maj? A bit of a light weight there with the alcohol if you ask me!
Was that supposed to hurt? You just managed to hit leather…
Moving on as usual.
While the legal drinking age has little to do with my life story at this point in time, the legal age of serving alcohol in a restaurant does play a fairly significant role in this inquisition of my life story I'm facing from you guys.
Job hunting. I hear it's a real pain in the ass for most people. I know it was for me and I had a few things standing in my way when I started. See here I have compiled a list that you may pass around and read at your leisure, before I continue with my story. Enjoy, feel free to write down any questions, comments, or concerns in the appropriate area.
Warren's List of Job-Hunting Pitfalls
a.k.a.
A Way to Avoid Talking About My Life for As Long As Possible.
A) My age. I just happened to have just turned 15 when I decided to look for a job. This made the first six or seven places I walked into turn me down within minutes of finding out my age. At first glance they had thought I was older than I was. The next major hurtle I had to face, well actually this should be number one on the list, was…
B) My appearance. Surprise! Surprise! Owners of different establishments sometimes dislike people that aren't exactly clean cut and white bread in style. The hair (while Magenta seems to covet it) does not inspire most owners to go "Oh yes, we must simply have staff member with shoulder length hair and red highlights! While we are hiring you let's make that a requirement for all the men on our floor." Then I made the mistake of rolling up my sleeves at one place and they saw the flame tattoos on my arms, not a great selling point. Perhaps, my appearance should have been number one on this list. However, everyone reading this is lucky that I'm telling you anything so don't complain to me because I Do Not Care.
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What was I wearing? What sort of question is that Frost? Hey, that was cold! All right, All right, I'll tell you what I was wearing.
I had on a long sleeve button up colored shirt. I have to include colors? Hmm, black shirt. Dark blue jeans. Black shoes. Black leather belt. Sliver buckle.
Damn straight it sounds like I dressed up. Do you honestly think I felt comfortable? I was trying to find a job, I had to put some effort into it.
I see…it's not a reflection on how I feel about you that I dressed better for a job interview than a date with you. I didn't enjoy looking for a job. I like spending time with you. Usually. Except when the temperature drops in the room below freezing.
Fine. Jeans without holes on our next date.
The rest of you stop staring and continue reading. Never seen fire and ice mix before?
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C) It had to be in walking/bus riding distance to my house. Easier said than done. Have you seen where we live? Not a lot of thriving hiring businesses around. The gas station two blocks over where drug deals go down each night doesn't count. I'm sure that would look wonderful on my college applications.
D) Working papers. See side notes about Paper Lantern interview. Annoying Story.
What do you mean I forgot to include the side notes about the Paper Lantern interview? Yes, I understand the notes are not part of the packet of papers I passed out to the lot of you. I was hoping no one would notice that small fact. Here's the next set of papers for you to read. Now stop interrupting…
A Short Account of the Paper Lantern Desperation for a Job-at-this-point Attempt
I walked in. I talked to the hostess. I stated I wanted to apply for a job. It turns out they might be willing to hire someone. I was then introduced to the owners. One week later I was hired. The End.
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Well I clearly typed up at the top there that it was a short account of the process I went through to get my job at the Paper Lantern.
See, sarcasm, contrary to popular belief does translate onto paper. You just have to know how to pull it off. I seem to think I'm fairly good at it.
Stop glaring.
Well since you asked so nicely I'll fill in the rest of the details about the job at some later date. How's next year sound?
Not a good plan?
Fine here we go.
The Paper Lantern was the last place I ended up trying to apply at. I had easily been turned down by a good ten to fifteen places. I was running out of options at this point. As I wrote before, I walked into the last restaurant on Bay Street and said hell with it, may as well get turned down one last time.
Since the Paper Lantern was a Chinese Restaurant I had made the wild assumption they preferred their staff to be Chinese. For once in my life, my wild assumption was spot on.
In extremely broken Chinese (remember Mom's good at the whole Rosetta Stone translation thing, I might of picked up a thing or two) I asked the five foot nothing lady owner if she was hiring. After she twisted her neck trying to look me in the eye, she babbled excitedly to the staff standing around the back where we were talking. I think she said something along the lines of the 'the giant with the bad accent is going to work here from now on'.
That's what it sounded like, but then I only caught every third word. Thus, I ended up with a job, unlike the rest of you guys that have nothing better to do than listen to me talk.