in a stroke of brilliance, i handed my landlord a stack of resumes. he knows all the important people in town. plus, he has an incentive to get me a job, because i'm, you know, paying rent. (yes, he knows i can afford rent for the rest of the lease period; however, if i get a job in town, i'll probably renew the lease.)
job hunting is frightening. mainly because i hardly know any classmates with a job.
however, the most frightening thing i've experienced thus far is going to wal-mart. no, not for any political reasons. i have become indifferent to the existence of wal-marts per se. i simply cannot, for the life of me, navigate the aisles without getting lost. shopping with another person involves the "stay put, i'll find you" game over and over again. one minute you're in the food section, then you're in the furniture section. then you're in some section you didn't even know existed. it's like you're in a little metropolis of products, and YOU CAN'T GET OUT! then the lights will shut off at closing time, but you'll be flailing around a darkened maze because you couldn't find the exits. you will be stuck in the rat cage of sam walton. for! an! eternity!
ikea is the same way. and it's even scarier. the store is built, so YOU CAN'T FIND THE EXIT without going through every single room. no joke! if there ever were a fire at ikea, everyone would die! the cheap wood products wouldn't help either. bonfire in elizabeth, new jersey! with swedish meatballs for 99 cents!
and this is why i prefer to shop online.
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