I could wear a green apron
Today I decided that I could use some extra cash, so I applied for a part time job. Among other equally classy businesses, I went into a conveniently located Starbucks, literally less than a quarter mile from my apartment, and asked if they were hiring.
The girl said yes, and asked if I was looking for a job. I thought this was odd, and I looked at her like she was crazy. My intentions were clear in my mind, but whatever, I’ll play along. I told her “Yes. I would like to work with you. Or, with him” and I pointed to the guy at the register.
Now she looked at me like I was the crazy one.
She gave me an application and told me that it was a lot of fun being a part of the Starbucks family. Great, I told her, I would love to be a part of a family where I’m financially reimbursed for the amount of time I commit. Even at minimum wage, I’d spend a lot more time with Granddad if, you know, the head of our household would cut me a check.
After filling out a thorough memory exam (because that’s what job applications are, a test of how much you remember about yourself), on which I believe I did very well thanks, the girl shook my hand.
I thought that was an interesting choice. Of all the different “thanks, see you later”s she could have mustered up, a handshake and a smile was a little too professional. But oh well. Maybe I’ll ask her about it later, when I’m a part of the family and any further friendliness between us could be considered incestuous.
Tags: part time jobs, rants, Starbucks