But seriously, I mean- you're broke, desperately in need of money aka a job, willing to do the shittiest job in town. So your wondering around the neighbourhood, checking out all the shops, hoping to god you will see a "worker wanted" sign in the window. You spend hours scoring the streets, then you see it- the sign. WANTED.
and you run to it, like you run to an un-urinated-on drink fountain in the middle of summer, tentatively stepping into the shop trying to hide your absolute ecstasy at knowing that finally, finally, you will get some money. You make your way over to the counter and leave the acne covered (though still somehow hot) cashier boy with your resume, then turn dramatically and leave the shop, hoping that afore mentioned boy stares at you with something akin to attraction as you walk away.
And for the next few days you make sure your phone is always charged, always right there next to you with the volume to it highest, waiting for the phone call that you knew was going to come. That you knew was coming- they did want you after all. But slowly one day turns to two, two turns to four, four turns to a week, slowly your hope begins to wither, turn brown and like all flowers in winter, die.
Thats right you hope turns shit-coloured and dies, and you can't help but feel a little crushed that although the sign said "wanted" they just didn't want you. That whole experience does wonders for your self-esteem, and even greater is when you walk in that shop to get a coffee a week later and the boy doesn't even recognise you. Like I said absolute wonders.
But, you hitch up your socks, put a piece of tape over your heart, and an even bigger one over your wallet, and try again, sifting through the streets for another "wanted" sign.
and they don't call you again....and again....and again.
I mean what do employers want these days? cause they certainly don't want workers- no matter what the pretty sign in the window said. But hey what can you do besides keep trying, your going to have to find money somewhere- just don't go into prostitution...actually (on a side note) the movies make it look so easy to get into prostitution (or drugs or anything illegal really) but in reality I would have no fucking clue where to start looking, maybe thats just cause I'm lame but I like to think I'm not so...
Anyway just a small rant about how people should only put up "wanted" signs when they actually want you, and more over about how fucking hard it is to find a job!