Kurt’s Weblog

What a day! So first, I get up at around 2, although from 10:30 to 2:20 it was a bunch of lying in bed with my eyes closed.

I drew the outline of the coyote on my piece of soapstone. It’s really soft, which worries me. The particular piece I have has the consistency of about hard plaster.

I also worked a little on the piano piece “Clubbed to Death.” I’ve almost got it.

But the main event of the day started around 6:30. You see, I had a job interview at Tim Horton’s. So, I show up at Tim Horton’s 6:30 dead on, and tell them I’m there for a job interview. A few whispers and puzzled looks later, they tell me they weren’t expecting me and to have a seat and wait while the manager comes back from slacking off or whatever. She comes in, flips through some papers in the back room, and tells me I’m at the wrong one, and that there’s one by the traffic circle. So I start walking around 7PM, only to realize midway that this particular Tim Horton’s is a good 45 away. I arrive at sunset at this other particular Tim Horton’s at 7:45. I knew this was the right one because of the address!

So I trudge in, muddy as hell from the walk on the side of the highway, and ask to see the manager and explain that I had an interview forever ago. Turns out THEY weren’t expecting me either, even though I got a call to come in two days prior. So the manager plays along anyways, we chat for awhile, and she sends me on my way around 8:15 with nothing more than a job application and some false hope.

Too embarrassed and weak to ask to call home, I trudge over to Walmart, which is about 5 minutes away. I wander around looking for a pay-phone, but don’t see one. I do see Claire, however. I knew her back in grade 9. She says it’s alright to use the Customer Service phone. I call home, and coax my dad (Who is watching basketball and nearly left me to walk home) into getting me. I wait around a little chatting it up with Claire, who thought it was kind of pathetic nothing had changed. I didn’t want to tell her what had, as I wasn’t about to open up to her after what I’d just been through.

But in the end, I’m not worse off for wear. Sure, I didn’t get a job, but I didn’t lose one either. All that’s changed is I have another story to tell. And if everything goes smoothly and as planned, where’s the fun in that? And no fun, no stories! So I come home, and here I am, finishing up this blog post with a sip of a Pina Colada. Mmmmm…