I was driving home from work yesterday and I noticed that my birdhouse maniac neighbor (see April 19 post) took the birdhouses off his porch. No more “spurled” birds. I thought he might have moved, but the NO SOLICITORS sign on his door still glares at me when I get to the top of the steps. Hmmm … curious. This sounds like a case for the Hardy Boys. Good Night!
On another note—because I clearly have too much time to think about what happened to a neighbor I only talked to once—I have moved up the part time job search. My financial situation stresses me out so I decided I needed to suck it up and look for some supplemental income even if it’s a job I am not that excited about. Here are my current prospects: Dells Rocky Run Golf Course and Country Club in Dell Rapids (about 20 miles from Sioux Falls), JW Perry (a flower wholesale warehouse), Sioux Vocational (an organization that works with developmentally disabled individuals), an office cleaning agency, mowing the lawn for Reed and Sue and their neighbor.
Right now the one I am most interested in is the golf course. A part-time staffer at the museum, Roger B., is also an assistant manager at the golf course. He said they could use some occasional summer help on weekends or weeknights. Because most of the summer staff there are high school age kids, Roger said they would like someone older who can drive the beer cart around or bartend at the country club. He also said I might help out with banquets—set-up, serving, clean-up. It would be quite a drive, but he said the schedule is flexible and if I bartend, drive the beer cart around and show some cleavage (oh wait, I don’t have cleavage) I might get tips, too.
Sioux Vocational pays pretty well, but I am not sure how many Depends I can change and how many baths I can give. Polly, props to you for doing all that. The JW Perry thing I found in the newspaper and the museum has done business with them before but I think they want me to work every weekend. Mowing lawn sounds like fun so I might be up for that if I can fit it in. Maybe I’ll give some of that business to Nicklaus as he will be home this summer.
The office cleaning job is another story. I found the job in the paper so I called the number listed. Some frazzled-sounding woman answered and we had the weirdest and most awkward conversation. She kept doing this fake laugh and saying “I’m so tired. I’m so tired.” She sounded like she might have been either mentally impaired, on drugs, or actually just tired from cleaning too much. I asked her what I would do if I had to miss one of my scheduled cleaning assignments. She said she did not know because that had never happened to her. Doesn’t she ever get sick?
I asked her what the pay was and if I needed to fill out an application. She said that would all be discussed at the interview at Burger King, which is where “Gary” (it took me five minutes and repeated questioning to get this guy’s name out of her) does all his interviews. She told me he would be wearing a black shirt, gray pants and carrying a briefcase. Is this a uniform? How did she know what Gary would be wearing next week? She also said to call right before I left for my appointment at Burger King because sometimes Gary just doesn’t show up. Okay, who ever heard of the interviewer not showing up? How professional is that? I called her back the next day to say I was going to cancel my appointment. Her response, which she repeated three times, was “I just never know what’s going to happen here, you know. The next fifteen minutes everything could change.” Yep. Glad I turned that down.
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