10-23-05 - 21:33
I got the job. I went in and put on my best fake smile and pretended I’m someone else for the day. I am the definition of Tool. I made such a good impression that I had my second interview right after my first one. (I am a corporate whore) then went and took the drug test. I start on Saturday. $10.50 and hour. It’s not great but it's a good start. I almost feel bad about that because the guy that recommended me makes 50 cents less than me. He was kind of pissed off about that. But to hell with him. He has always had thing just given to him. His dad owned a computer biz, so he got a manager job there. His grandparents paid for his first car. Dad paid for college. So I don't feel bad about making more than him. Everything on my resume I fought tooth and nail for. And to be honest I like it that way.
