aggienaut | Unemployed? Who, me?

Wednesday:

   As lightning flashed outside and Don and Vanessa beside me, there I was in IHOP, making an omelette. Only the day before I had been a cashier at the Coffee House, and now, now I'm a freakin cook at International House of Pancakes. I didn't even get to enjoy a full day of unemployed slackerbliss.
   And apartmentmate Steve had laughed at me when I told him my devious plan; my plan to conveniently apply only a very short time before training started at 4pm, coincidentally wearing the required white collared shirt and black pants. I had intended to get there at 3:00ish, but somehow ended up there closer to 3:40. By 3:50 I was facing a decision: If I were to take the job I'd have to start training at 4:00, in ten minutes, and I'd have to shave off my muttonchops!!
   A quick run across the street to the gas station for cheap razors and ten minutes of tedious shaving in an ill-lit IHOP restroom with luke-warm water and no shaving cream later (and sideburns that would best have been gone over with a pair of scissors before shaving of any kind were in order), I was bleeding in three places, and the corporate liaison honestly did not recognize me.

Without the muttonchops I think the only look I can sport now is the white trash look. Fortunately I have just the right baseball cap for it. It says "IHOP" on it.

And yes there really was lightning.

[Livejournal being down I wrote this and saved it as a text document.. how crazy is that?]