For the longest time I've been half-assedly looking for a job. Just a little part time thing to help fund my Krispy Kreme addiction and pay for the summer AC. Ok, obviously other things come into play but saying that I have a KK addiction is just too funny sounding. My biggest disadvantage is that I've been out of the job market for years and years without any real schooling to back it up. And to be honest, I really didn't want to work a place like Walmart again (lower pits of hell, as I recall and it took years to break the habit of just surrendering my cart to other shoppers) and fast food was out.
Job searching here is a bit of the suck – the local paper's idea of job ads is Yahoo! Hot Jobs which appears to be be riddled with more scam job offerings than legit ones. That being said, consider me a slight spokesperson for the moments of legitimacy with Craigslist. Yup, that's right, I got my job looking through that. So now I work at “the Hotel” as a breakfast attendant whose job duties also include taking care of the downstairs public areas to help bump up the hours. It's not a bad job save for my feet screaming that I should have held out for front desk or night auditor. But I figure I can always move up...I hope.
As you can imagine, my job means for an early start to the day. On a weekday morning, I'm up at 4am to be at work at 530 because I like to have quiet time to prepare for the day before rushing off to work. In my first days of working, I was doing my thing when two gents came in together for brekkie and were a bit early. They hung out, had some coffee while I continued setting things up – ready to pounce as soon as the waffle irons were hot enough to use. I came out of the kitchen with something to put up for the breakfast while one was finishing up and the following exchange took place....or thereabouts. It's been a while and I've likely forgotten bits here and there:
G2: (G1 at this point is eating) I'm not making a mess here, am I?
df: (Giving a cursory glance at the station) Nope, everything here looks good.
G2: Oh good, cause any mess is cause of him. (Indicating friend who gives a protesting look) You have to keep an eye on the quiet ones.
Df: (nodding in agreement) Oh I know. You have to watch out for them. It's the always the quiet ones that are bad.
(Insert me fleeing from the surprised laughter)
Yeah...that last line totally came out sounding bad. I about died of embarrassment and was so glad I had other things to take care of in the privacy of the kitchen. By the time I came out, they were gone and I had my answer to the title above:
What is an early morning sultry comment worth? One dolla.
