Day Six
A new day, a new job? I handed in my resume at Starbucks (coffee chain), Baskin Robbins (ice cream), and 911. I'll talk more about the last one later, but first, a quick word about the first two. Actually, the idea of a second job started to captivate me after calculating my potential income and expenses (microeconomics, damn it!). I concluded that the trip wouldn't pay off without a second job or extra hours at the first one. Although my parents replied that they'd rather I go somewhere and see something than bring money back. At the coffee shop, they gave me a pen without ink to fill out the form—maybe they were testing me, I don't know—but Sasha brought me another one, and in the 'why are you interested in working for us' section, we wrote: '...I was so impressed by your work that I immediately wanted to become part of your respected company.' The ice cream place was a bust. You have to work as an intern for too long, I won't have time, and they pay a maximum of 6.5 an hour. About '911'. You all know, and for those who don't, it's the emergency number (they want to do something similar here, 112). They sell cigars and pipes, but there's one department that sells not-so-'ordinary' goods. Life often does this to me—I can't have milk and many other things, but alcohol is allowed and even recommended. And here: I'm such a 'good boy' and might end up selling things like that. If it works out, I'll definitely write about it; I owe you one.
It was a 'slow' day, as we say—only 11 customers. And this happened on the very day I became a meat delivery guy! Because of this, we chatted a lot. Helber didn't fail to note that my hairstyle is great (but if I want, I can shave it all off), but said I need to shave ('you have such a baby face, I just want to pinch your cheeks. You're cute and handsome, but it's not your fault'). He advised Vova to become an emo. In conversation, it seems to me, people most often mention what they lack. Take Kinshasa, for example. What she said is just incomprehensible. She learned a couple of Russian words and comes up to me. The most 'neutral' thing she said was: 'f*ck me'! Yes, it's a joke, yes, it's not serious, but what is this?! First Helber, then her, what's next? Maybe someone else will offer too?!
As Karamzin wrote, if I'm not mistaken, in response to why construction is so slow here: they steal! Yesterday I discovered that one and a half packs of sausages and some butter had 'dissolved.' And everyone is silent, as if that's how it should be. Naturally, I raised a fuss. I was outraged not even by the fact that they disappeared, but that they took my things without asking! Let me come in and use your lipsticks, jump on your beds, would that be pleasant? In the end, I had a little talk with everyone, and one pack of sausages reappeared. The others either didn't want to or kept them. In short, these people have never lived together, you can feel it. #travel #workandtravel #usa #lifeabroad
