Some of you may remember when I was offered a job at Zumiez (get a life!) towards the end of summer and they dropped the ball and never followed through. I was pretty pissed off because I needed the money and it’s been difficult finding employment.
I now work at Express. Today, however, the manager from Zumiez leaves me a guilt-ridden voicemail apologizing and asking if she can buy me a coffee and discuss still working there, yadda yadda yadda. She really wants to make up for screwing me.
So, I’m going into this ‘meeting’ as if it’s a huge negotiation. I’ma get paid, motherfuckers. I’m gonna make this work for me. Work, work, work it out.
I FEEL LIKE JACK DONAGHY!
(Won’t it be cool when I’ll be negotiating things I’ve written and cared about instead of minimum wages at the mall? LOL I DON’T WANT TO KILL MYSELF RIGHT?)