Time for a new job, apparently...
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Hooooo-boy.
So, I've been looking for a job since school ended, and couldn't find one for the life of me. I sent applications in, waited, and generally ate static. Last night my grandpa calls, telling me that he has a job lined up for me at the fairgrounds. "It's only going to be about three weeks," he says, "The weeks before, during, and after the fair."
Sounds like a good deal, as I've been stuck on my ass all summer with nothing to do.
Today (which marks the earliest I've gotten up all summer; 6:45 a.m.), my dad picks me up at around 9:00 to shuttle me off to the grounds, because I'm supposed to meet with a few people to finalize the job.
We get there, and end up having to wander around for a while in the hopes of finding 'Dennis', because he's not been seen. Of course, I spot him driving around the outside of the horse track in a golf cart. Sauntering over, my dad introduces me to Dennis, and he tells me a few details about the job.
"Well, we'll be getting the grounds ready; mowing, trimming, and whatnot. In the buildings, we'll be making sure that the restrooms are in working over, and all of the floors are cleaned."
No biggie, as I've done plenty of that stuff before.
"Sounds good," I muttered. "What are my hours?"
"Well, I'd say from around 8 in the morning to 3:30 in the afternoon." he replied.
I shook his hand, and we were off to meet our second contact, who's name I can't remember off of the top of my head. Anyhow, we go into his office and take a seat.
"I believe my son is here to see some work," my dad quipped.
"Well, he's certainly big enough." came the jolly drawl of the huge manager.
I smiled inside.
"I hope you're ready for some rough times," he said, "because when things get hectic, namely during the fair week, you could be working from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m.."
My smile dies a terrible death, because that's 15 hours of work.
"I can manage," came a week voice that didn't belong to me, "I've got nothing to do anyway."
"Good. We need some strapping young men like yourself to get things done around here." the large man said.
So, papa drives me home, and here I am, dreading my first day of work tommorrow - a dread that will only cease when August rolls around, because then the job will expire.
But, there is an upside - those 4H girls sure do move animals in early, and there's some real lookers in that crowd. They'll know my name when all is said and done, mark my words.
Posted by Ulam
at 12:11 PM EDT
Updated: Thursday, July 8, 2004 12:24 PM EDT