The Sad Bear

July 13, 2008

I Claim the Lamest Job

The Siren could not satisfy
My appetites latest throb;
I take another mistress,
I claim the lamest job.

Starbucks does not employ full time, but I've found myself a way to fill the hours. I work in the mall. At a kiosk. A quilting kiosk. A kiosk that sells a service in which the customer receives a packet on how to organize their old tshirts in order that they may be made into horrible ugly quilts and pillows which are commonly used as presents for college students who would much rather curl up against a strange-looking inflatible hedgehog.
This is my second job. I'm not ashamed. It's low sell. I work for two hours and maybe interact with no more than three customers. I get oggled by the ProActive gal. I read Hemingway. I get paid nine dollars an hour.
I'm also going to be giving house-sitting a try later this month.
(For any who missed the reference, Starbuck's logo is a siren. And by the way, check out the new "back to basics" cups. That's a more naked siren right there.)

Congradulations Jonathan and Naomi Dunn!
In honor of this union, proof that Bruce Springsteen does make mistakes, but then again, sometimes I wish things like this happened at a mall kiosk: http://youtube.com/watch?v=wo1npZWR5qk

by K. Janke at 10:49 PM |