In jobs that require you to face the public, you have to answer the question "Do I like going to this place on my own time?" This question is in reference to the place where you are considering employment. I love restaurants and making people happy, so it makes sense that I would enjoy tending bar and serving. I genuinely like being at work when it's busy and I genuinely like getting a check for the hours I work when it is not busy. I do side work and prep things and do all the basic tasks that a restaurant needs to have done. But when it's slow enough to run out of those things, that's when the pen and paper come out and I start jotting down ideas for comedy. Expecting people to find something to do when everything is effectively done is criminally insane. By the way, if you don't pretend like your dish hose is a laser gun and make the appropriate sound effects to convey that while using it, then we can't be friends.
The outlet mall used to be a place where people would go to spend an entire day wasting money that they didn't have, on clothes that they didn't need, for fun. Now it's a place where nobody goes. Except there are some malls where there are still plenty of people. So if you're an introvert and you want an easy job, then put in some leg work on this and find yourself a mall that looks like it was only built to accommodate dust. Have a peek inside the trashcans in the place. If they are full, then this place might have something going on. But if you can't find a single full trashcan, then nobody comes in this place. In other words, it's perfect.
There are probably some malls out there that are doing great. Packed full of people every day and make great sales. These are places you will want to avoid if you don't like dealing with people. If you do, and you think you might enjoy conducting a high volume of transactions, then this will be a great fit. I would prefer to work in a mall where I could hear every step that I take echoing off the walls because of the lack of people. But that's just me. I would like working somewhere where I could leave my "work station" for hours at a time and have nobody notice or care. I need a job where I can fall asleep at my "work station" and not get written up. Did you feel inspired when you read that last line? Because I did when I was proofreading it.
Some people want to work really hard all the time and make a lot of money. To me that is not a worthy trade. I give you all my life, including the time that I have to spend money, and you give me money. That I will never spend. Forgive me because I'm pretty dense, but isn't that just the carrot on a stick dangling in front of a jack ass? Because that's how I feel when I work lot's of hours, like a jack ass with no damn carrot. My version of a carrot would be how much closer I'm getting to my dreams. I think that also works as a metaphor in that if I do nothing but work I will feel effectively dickless, as I would be too tired to have sex if there were a willing partner anywhere near my apartment to begin with. The carrot being the sex.
Working all the time at something that you don't care about is degrading. So don't work like that at a mall that is busy unless that is somehow your dream. If it is, then God bless you and have a good life. But for the people like me that need an uninvolved job that keeps the bills paid and allows us to work on what we really care about, the slow mall is the right mall. Working at a business that is slow, or as a security guard in general is the way to make your hobby into your full time job. Some people call it a life hack. We call those people millennials and they have odd beliefs about gender so don't bring it up.
This is the part where I sing the praises of capitalism. Only in a system as perfectly flawed as this can you consistently land yourself jobs where nothing is expected of you and you're compensated for doing something other than what the job entails. I do jot down plenty of comedy ideas while I'm at work. The job listing when I hired on did not say "Bartender/Server needed, please bring something with you to do on our slow days." Even so, nobody objects, nobody cares, they just want the job done so they can keep making money. As long as you never mess with that, then you are golden.
Capitalism will let you build and program your quantum computer in your aunt and uncle's basement while helping you to have enough money to pay them for the space. They always refuse your money because they are kind hearted and hope you aren't losing your mind, so they haven't told your parents yet that every night you come over and plug into the matrix. Your job by day is to remove malware from the computers of the helpless grannies and pappaws of the world who clicked a fake ad for discount shoes. You'll have enough money to buy your materials, research stuff, and pay your rent. You can probably budget one trip to your favorite restaurant a week if you have cheap taste. All while you change the world and leave a legacy.
Capitalism will let you build and program your quantum computer in your aunt and uncle's basement while helping you to have enough money to pay them for the space. They always refuse your money because they are kind hearted and hope you aren't losing your mind, so they haven't told your parents yet that every night you come over and plug into the matrix. Your job by day is to remove malware from the computers of the helpless grannies and pappaws of the world who clicked a fake ad for discount shoes. You'll have enough money to buy your materials, research stuff, and pay your rent. You can probably budget one trip to your favorite restaurant a week if you have cheap taste. All while you change the world and leave a legacy.
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