Job application.

I need money, and to teach myself some responsibility. So, i devised a plan: to get a job. Aha! this sounds like the most logical thing to do; as you would think. Well, not the most glamorous as people make it seem. I will ultimately end up being a bagger at the commissary. 

So i set off in search of an application. Apparently there is only the one person who can hand the official application, and the man in question was no where to be found. I waited for the better part of 45 minutes until someone paged him for me. Someone needs to listen to the store loud speaker, as he didn't come to his office, and then the journey began. From the back of a food storage warehouse, to the employee break room. Was he smoking in the heater room? Did he just up and leave? No one will know.  Ten times around, still no where to be found. As we talked about coming tomorrow, i did leave empty handed. I will eventually get it. 

application over.