The ole hang out.

I'm job hunting, although there don't seem to be many jobs to be hunted in this coffee shop. I have a pile of about 20 job application to fill out.

Some are for places that I would pay money to work at, like REI. Talk about a cornucopia of toys and things that could save ones life if one was ever lost in some remote corner of the Yukon Territory! The turn over there is about nil. But I can dream right?

Some are from places a bit closer to the realm of lesser mortals, like Barnes and Nobles and Star Bucks. I figure, why not get paid for hanging out where I'm going to anyway. Again, very little turn over. Blah.

But there is this trendy sports wear store on the Drag that seemed promising. I talked to the owner by chance. My hair was a mess, but I think I impressed him with my debonaire and underplayed disregard for my general appearance. You know... I was cool. Yeah, I thought you would think that was funny, Dad.
I know I'll probably end up shoveling...dirt, but I figure that has to be at least some chance that somebody would want to hire me to do nothing. I mean politicians get hired all the time, right? Man, I think I went into the wrong major...

On a more serious note, there is no serious note for today. Hasta luego.