Job Hunting and Overeating.

You're probably thinking,

Job hunting and overeating don't come together.

To me, it does.

This week was filled with nonstop job applications and going on a dangerous fast food diet.

I will never forget the moment where I can say I accidentally applied for a job. Here's how it goes: I was browsing through Craigslist and saw multiple postings for a new restaurant in town. I filled an app online and visited the place which is just a trailer for now - the future restaurant isn't built yet. My first impression of the place was Hooters. No, it's not Hooters. It's like Hooters. I saw so many photographs of all these semi-exposed woman all over the wall, and all I could think was, "What...the...fuck...?" I was caught off guard and learned that you MUST research the company before applying! The guy (obviously it was a guy)  who was there interviewed me for 15 minutes. It was a plus I had previous serving experience. He told me to audition in the next 2 days wearing a mini skirt...so the day came. The skimpy polo they offered was exposing, where the mid section of it went way down past my teeny tiny breasts. It was still sexy though to tell you the truth. I half-assed my way through the audition when I noticed all the sexy ladies with whom I can't compete with. And oh, goodness I hope they don't call me back...but if they do, I midas well not return my $40 mini skirt I just bought 4 days ago.

I won't tell you where else I am applying because I'm secretive that way.

I went off and had students wanting to buy my old textbooks. Here's a quick, interesting story that pissed me off a little: Last semester I bought a Government text for $120. The beginning of this semester, I sell it for $70 (in pristine condition still) and the guy with horrible English calls me up and says, "I want to bought you textbook for fifty dollar." and I'm just like, "No, the price says $70." and he says in his foreign accent, "I go to school, I work and have no dollar." Um, that's not my problem. Unfortunately, I set a deal where I sold it for $55. He was the only one willing to buy my textbook, AND I needed the money. I had no choice. Sighs.

Oh, and about the fast food part?

I went to my old job, Cheddar's (I'm embarassed to say I worked there and I consider it an upscale fast food joint, though it's a sit down restaurant) and ate...and ate...and ate.

What was I doing the day before? I went to Whataburger. Twice.

The day before that? I ate chicken tenders at school.

I can slowly feel myself getting fatter because everytime I walk up the stairs to my room, it gets more challenging, and I breathe heavily. Oh, no. I need to sign up for The Biggest Loser.