Times are tough and moolah is tight sometimes. Picking up some extra cash never hurts.
I decided to take a temp job with a newspaper company for some spare cash. My first assignment was to drum up some new subscriptions and accounts by handing out some freebies. My new boss sent me to a neighborhood at O’dark thirty with some snotty nosed teenager “supervisor” nephew of his. Greaaaat.
We get the company’s truck (broken down creepy lookin’ beater) and go out delivering papers. I wanted to drive, but Mr.IjustGotMyLicense pulled the seniority rules card and drove.
That meant *I* had to get out and take papers to homeowners’ front doors to make sure they didn’t get overlooked if they landed somewhere unseen.
It started to rain. AWESOME. Not.
PimpleKid pulls up in front of a house and totally ON PURPOSE stays as far away from the entrance as possible so I have to run in the friggen rain. WONDERFUL. Totally ruined my hair. Had to pull it up and pin it under the soaking wet hoodie. Makeup ran all off my face. Rain dripping off my nose. …totally looked like a dude!…Great.
I must have really been a sight to see…because some guy backed out of his driveway and stopped just to look. He mocked me by sitting there in his warm dry car. Probably laughing.
I ran up to the next house and deposited a paper and ran back to the truck…looking worse than ever (and I think I’m fevery now, too… achoo!!).
Mr.LookyLoo pulls his car BACK into his driveway just to get a better look. I wanted to yell “TAKE A PICTURE BUDDY, IT LASTS LONGER!!”…I’m sure he ran back inside to tell whoever else was in the house to come to the window and get a load of the wet-rat-headed dude in the cold rain. But I didn’t yell anything. I just went to the truck and got another paper for the next house.
I’m too much of a lady to really yell like that, so when LookyLoo drove past, I just smiled and waved.
I decided to take a temp job with a newspaper company for some spare cash. My first assignment was to drum up some new subscriptions and accounts by handing out some freebies. My new boss sent me to a neighborhood at O’dark thirty with some snotty nosed teenager “supervisor” nephew of his. Greaaaat.
We get the company’s truck (broken down creepy lookin’ beater) and go out delivering papers. I wanted to drive, but Mr.IjustGotMyLicense pulled the seniority rules card and drove.
That meant *I* had to get out and take papers to homeowners’ front doors to make sure they didn’t get overlooked if they landed somewhere unseen.
It started to rain. AWESOME. Not.
PimpleKid pulls up in front of a house and totally ON PURPOSE stays as far away from the entrance as possible so I have to run in the friggen rain. WONDERFUL. Totally ruined my hair. Had to pull it up and pin it under the soaking wet hoodie. Makeup ran all off my face. Rain dripping off my nose. …totally looked like a dude!…Great.
I must have really been a sight to see…because some guy backed out of his driveway and stopped just to look. He mocked me by sitting there in his warm dry car. Probably laughing.
I ran up to the next house and deposited a paper and ran back to the truck…looking worse than ever (and I think I’m fevery now, too… achoo!!).
Mr.LookyLoo pulls his car BACK into his driveway just to get a better look. I wanted to yell “TAKE A PICTURE BUDDY, IT LASTS LONGER!!”…I’m sure he ran back inside to tell whoever else was in the house to come to the window and get a load of the wet-rat-headed dude in the cold rain. But I didn’t yell anything. I just went to the truck and got another paper for the next house.
I’m too much of a lady to really yell like that, so when LookyLoo drove past, I just smiled and waved.
