Employment Futility

Today I'm home from work. The reason I'm home from work is so I can go apply for other jobs.

Now, this is not as bad as it sounds. I'm not looking to leave my job, but instead to pick up part-time work for evenings and/or weekends that I can do in addition to my current job. Because I'm poor. Because it costs a lot more to be single than I had expected it would. Because my rent just went up. And because when I figured out my taxes, the figure that came up indicates that I apparently owe the IRS my firstborn child. Now, since I'm not about to hand little Brendan over to the IRS, I need an extra cash influx. Like, now.

So I'm off today, planning to go around to stores and such places and put in applications. And I'm immature enough to hope that I get a job where I won't have to work with the public, because I don't want anyone I went to high school with to see me in a cashier or stock type job. I know pride is a rotten thing, but there it is anyway. Besides, the public annoys me. I know I have to take what I can get, but.... well, yuck.

I've tried to think of get-rich-quick schemes, but none of them have worked. Karaoke contests just don't pay well enough, and I certainly don't have what it takes to be a contestant on Fear Factor. Kidney theft pays well, I hear, but I don't have the medical knowledge to make it work.

So, I'm off to make a few phone calls and then head out to fill out applications. Grumble, grumble. Wish me luck.