A Job!

So I happened to wander far enough and I have landed a job. Its not pretty, but it'll do the trick for now. Its at Grand Central Bakery here in Portland. I will be on the maintenance crew cleaning a few days a week. Hopefully I'll be able to make enough *dough* to pay rent and maintain the good old VW Bus.

It was quite daunting walking in just to talk to the guy who will be hiring me. I always get anxious and this time was like any other. First question, right off the bat- "So, tell me about yourself." Tell you about myself? What is there to tell, really? Was I to say, "Yeah, I wandered out of New York a few months back and went to Alaska, wandered around Fairbanks for awhile and now I wandered down the west coast to good old Portland, Oregon (with no plans or really any money to speak of) and now I've wandered into your nice little bakery here and I'd like a job, but not really." No, no, no. I had to say, "Why yes sir, I would love to join your machine of cleaning." And, "I am a really hard worker and I will try my best here."

Man, I hate walking into strange work-zones and talking to a guy who has the ability to say "yes" or "no" on whether they will hire you. They just gaze you up and down and make judgments in their mind and look down upon you like you are the scum of the universe. Then, they go to church on sunday and tell themselves they are such a good person, maybe run a couple people off the road on the way and flip 'em the bird.

Note: I am writing in generalities here and am in no way interpreting my interview, or interviewer today.