I almost peed myself

Damn you economy!

Am I the only one being effected by this economy of ours? I couldn't quite tell you why, but it seems as if the economy has just been giving me the finger for the past 5 months or so. Why me!?!
So back in August when I was looking for a job I had written down a little of my experience. I didn't expect I would ever really write about it, until getting laid off my newest job yesterday...that's the second in 3 months!

Deciding I wanted to get back into the serving industry was a decision based on my extreme need of money. My hours would no longer work at the tanning salon because of my school schedule. I needed a night job and something that would be a tad more rewarding and make more than I was getting sitting behind a desk tanning strangers.

I set off in search of a new job. Thinking it would be as easy as getting every job that I had gotten in the past. I was right. I dropped of resumes to about 10 places getting no leads. As I walked into my house defeated, I receive a call to come back for an interview at a little place around the corner called HardKnox cafe. I ran out the door in hopes that my soon to be new job would give me unlimited fried chicken and corn bread. I did get the job, however unlimited food did not come with it. Oh well! Feeling a little out of place being a white girl in a soul food restaurant, the whole serving thing was coming back to me and people there seemed to like me. It had been about a week, about 4 shifts later when I realized I had no scheduled shifts left and had yet to hear from a manager about getting on the schedule permanently. After finally getting in touch with them a week later they finally found it time to tell me that there was no room on the schedule for me because business was so slow. Thanks for the notice.

I spent the next week finding accomplices that would help me to burn the joint down, when I realized it wasn't worth it and that I should just move on. After all...leaving people without their collard greens is just a sin. My plan had been to find a job before the start of the new semester, giving me time for training and what not before I had to start school again. To my surprise HardKnox cafe couldn't give a shit about my plan, or me. I found myself dropping of resumes at every restaurant in the area (the one's that required English as a first language).

Nothing was going well and no one seemed to be hiring. I walked into a Bar & Grill hoping to talk to the manager. I took one step inside where I found an empty restaurant which resembled an old dinning hall lined with wood slats. The restaurant was completely empty except for the 127 year old with no teeth behind the bar. Did I mention she was wearing a tasseled vest with flare?!?

Weeks went by and I continued to become more and more discouraged. Thoughts of "what's next" ran through my mind. Become a stripper? No...that required me to stop eating. A homeless person? Nah...I like my tempurpecdic bed too much. I started to think that obtaining a serving job now required some type of degree. Just as I was about to convince myself that going back to my previous hell hole wouldn't be all that bad, I got a call from a local pizzeria asking me to come in for an interview. Stoked, I went and had one of the best interviews ever. They made me wait another week saying they had others to interview. They called and asked for a second interview saying it was between me and one other girl. A week pasted when I found out I had won! I started training a couple days later working everyday for a week. I put a lot of time and effort into memorizing their entire menu and passed my test. Life was great, I was making money and everyone I worked with was super nice and didn't treat me like the new girl. I was convinced things were coming together.

Yesterday I received a call from my manager telling me that they had to make some adjustments to their money spending, that the restaurant just wasn't making enough money. She hated to be the barer of bad news, but since I was the newest member of their team, they had to let me go :( free calzones and meatballs passed before my eyes.
"Is there any chance you will be hiring again any time soon?" I asked.
"As of now it doesn't look like that will be happening, but we will keep you on file, you've been great." She told me.
"Is there any chance of picking up open shifts?" I continued.
"Doesn't look like that's necessary."
That's when I realized my free meals and income would seize for good. The thought of arson hasn't even passed my mind. I like the place and the people too much.

I woke up this morning thinking I had dreamt the entire thing, when I received a call from my mother who asked if I was OK. That's when I remembered there was a reason why I felt so depressed. Why me? What am I supposed to do now? I feel no rush to jump back into the world of job hunting. I hate job hunting! I hate never hearing back from people and I hate being judged! What is next for Nikki you ask? I have no idea so please fill me in on any of your ideas.

Voting Day!

It's almost over!! woo hoo!! I've been waiting the arrival of this day for almost a year now. My impatience is not due to the possibility of waiting another drawn out day to exercise my right to vote. Nor does it have anything to do with our countries "new leaf" that may be turned after today's election. I am almost peeing myself with excitement that the Unknown calls from my "neighbors" will now sieze. If you were my neighbor you would know not to call me while I am in class or working! And no I will not vote for you! I'm not a fan or those who waste trees by littering your faces all over my front door knob and stoop! Who walks by, sees your scary ass mug already strewn across my steps, then thinks to themselves, "Hmm might as well add another to the pile!" WE DON'T WANT ANY

People crack me up, however, this is not always a good thing.

I will be voting today only because it involves a free Starbucks coffee which I could definatley use after all those late night Unknown calls!