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Not Prince Hamlet

"Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse."

The Bottom of A Black, Black Hole

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The guy I handed my application to was white and pot-bellied, not unlike the pigs his restaurant smokes. His grey hair stood in a ridiculous two-inch spike pattern, and his thick wire-rimmed glasses kept sliding down his nose from the sweat. It was 110 degrees in the Inland Empire today, and I had walked all over downtown Riverside, ducking into coffeeshops and restaurants with the standard inquiry.

But I'm done with all that now. I'm done because this manager, in his striped short-sleeved shirt, looked over my application and suggested I could start as a busser. He looked at the front and the back of his restaurant's poorly copied application, saw my masters degree, saw the salary of my last job, and suggested that I could work for him bussing tables.

I offered that I had waiter experience, grandly overstating what it is to work in Princeton Seminary's private dining room. "Yeah," he said. "But we're high volume." The six people presently patronizing his establishment cast no little doubt on that assertion, but to point that out would have been foolish. So I thanked him for his time and stepped outside.

I think I'm done with this. I'm still waiting to hear from a handful of places, but this is a very bad use of my time, and it's making me miserable.

Next plan of attack: get a copy of Writer's Market 2007 and start working on my freelance writing career.

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posted by Not Prince Hamlet, 7:32 PM


There is a spot out there for you my friend. It may take some artfull finessing, but you will find it. Never forget that you are one of my heros because you know all sorts of stuff I wish I had the courage to learn.
commented by Anonymous Anonymous, 9:22 PM  
rock... do construction. Gain valuable skills, work off the pastor's spare tire, see life as a tradesman. Just look for a job as a laborer for a residential or commercial builder. It's better than learning another way to pour a pot of coffee... just my two cents.
Keep your head up... things will get better - God has something in mind for even the ones wandering in the wilderness. matt
commented by Blogger mwsrev, 10:36 PM  
have no doubt that what you and those at the bottom of the hole are experiencing is a failure to communicate. what they don't realize is the greatest american hero was a humble teacher - yes, ralph hinkley. you're practically the embodiment of teacherness, hence, walk on air, feel so free, my friend, cause believe it or now, it's just... well you know the rest..

fortitudine vincimus, "by endurance we conquer" - shakleton/wang family motto.
commented by Blogger KP, 4:14 AM  

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