Well... I finally found a job lest week... took bloody long enough. I'm really not minding it though. Which is good. It just pisses me off so fucking much how difficult it was to find one here in this little maritime province, because I mean... back when I was living in the Washington/Oregon area people with tatts and piercings... well, lets just say I certainly wouldn't have had such a hard time finding a job out there. When I went to go visit my Mom and everyone a few months ago, I saw a very beautiful woman with long dyed black hair, all black clothes, many many earrings, lip ring, a couple tatts, very goth and freely expressing herself visually... working in the book store in the mall! I can't imagine anyone working in Coles "freely expressing themselves" in ANY way, let alone like that. Jesus... fuck coles... NO WHERE in or near a mall...
But... I lucked out again I guess... when I was managing Mineral City, Doug never gave a shit because he knew better, he knew that what I looked like had absolutely NOTHING to do with my social or sales skills, which was something about him... as odd and at times as frustrating as he could be, that I never took for granted. The pet store... they hid me in a back room cleaning up poo... so they never cared either.
Jo-ann... well, she's just fucking great and never cared, even though I was selling her home-made country type crafts at her kiosk called "The Rustic Cupboard". I've gotten some odd looks, but it never stopped people from buying things. That song from Sesame Street always popped into my head when I would get an odd look form someone walking by, "one of these things does not belong..." But all of these jobs were offered to me because I was friends with the owners and managers, it was when it came time to actually look for a job with larger corps. that I had trouble... but... like I said, I lucked out again, Mary hired me because she knew me, and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and heard her say that they needed someone, I told her I was looking, so she hired me on the spot, and the piercings... she decided weren't a big deal since they sell body jewelry, although it wasn't something she had ever had to give thought to before. Again though, I knew her because I had already worked at two of her kiosks right next to her. So... when it comes time to look again, I'm just going to have to move to a larger province.
Because, eventually, I'm going to run out of friends who will hired me. I'm such a job whore... but I've never been fired! I always quit when a need for change calls... can't handle the monotony of it all!! 
Well... now that I have that off of my chest, I'm going to go play with my newly freed up chest.
But... I lucked out again I guess... when I was managing Mineral City, Doug never gave a shit because he knew better, he knew that what I looked like had absolutely NOTHING to do with my social or sales skills, which was something about him... as odd and at times as frustrating as he could be, that I never took for granted. The pet store... they hid me in a back room cleaning up poo... so they never cared either.
Jo-ann... well, she's just fucking great and never cared, even though I was selling her home-made country type crafts at her kiosk called "The Rustic Cupboard". I've gotten some odd looks, but it never stopped people from buying things. That song from Sesame Street always popped into my head when I would get an odd look form someone walking by, "one of these things does not belong..." But all of these jobs were offered to me because I was friends with the owners and managers, it was when it came time to actually look for a job with larger corps. that I had trouble... but... like I said, I lucked out again, Mary hired me because she knew me, and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and heard her say that they needed someone, I told her I was looking, so she hired me on the spot, and the piercings... she decided weren't a big deal since they sell body jewelry, although it wasn't something she had ever had to give thought to before. Again though, I knew her because I had already worked at two of her kiosks right next to her. So... when it comes time to look again, I'm just going to have to move to a larger province.
Because, eventually, I'm going to run out of friends who will hired me. I'm such a job whore... but I've never been fired! I always quit when a need for change calls... can't handle the monotony of it all!!
Well... now that I have that off of my chest, I'm going to go play with my newly freed up chest.