The Job
You know when you go bowling and you lob your balls down to the end, taking a shot at the ten defaint white statues, and your balls disappear, but then they return as if my magic, and mysteriously the pins reset themselves as if telling you you can't keep 'em down? You know what I'm talking about? Well for this Solitary man the mystery is gone. I am intimitly familiar with the goings on of the bowling alley. It's like being a fly on the wall in the girls locker room. I know all I see all, at least at the bowling alley. Why? How? You may ask? What makes me so special that I am privy to such valuable information? Simple. It's part of my job. I am the new, and most valued, 'Pin Chaser' at the Cache Valley Fun Park. Just hearing it makes your spine tingle with jelousy, I can feel it. You want to be me. But I'm sorry my friend, you cannot be me. Only I can be me.
Who wouldn't want to work at a place called the'Fun Park?' If there is a person who doesn't I don't want to know that pesron. They obviously aren't going to be a fun person. I wish to be surrounded only by fun folks. Fun Park Folks are Fun Folks.
How did I get this job that is the wonder of wonders? Well, I was online perusing through the possible employment oppertunities available to such a talented individual as myself. I saw furniture mover (boring), telemarketer (yawn), teachers aid (kill me now). Then, nesteld in with all the rest, there she be. 'Pin Chaser'. I knew it had to be mine. I guess I was the first one to apply for the job. They had just posted the posting the day I called about the post. To be fair to the other people who were applying to the job they didn't hire me on the spot. I bet if those other people had known they were going to be up against me, they would have never bothered with the interview.
Last night, Valentines Day (a.k.a. Single Awareness Day) I was at home doing homework. I may be a stud in the getting a job department, but when it comes to the ladies....let's just say I fall a little short of the mark. Well, they called me up and sked if I would come in for a second interview. I said "How about right now?" That was the clincher. Anyone who has nothing better to do on Valentines Day than take a job interview...that person is a keeper. And here I am.
Pin Chaser.
Who wouldn't want to work at a place called the'Fun Park?' If there is a person who doesn't I don't want to know that pesron. They obviously aren't going to be a fun person. I wish to be surrounded only by fun folks. Fun Park Folks are Fun Folks.
How did I get this job that is the wonder of wonders? Well, I was online perusing through the possible employment oppertunities available to such a talented individual as myself. I saw furniture mover (boring), telemarketer (yawn), teachers aid (kill me now). Then, nesteld in with all the rest, there she be. 'Pin Chaser'. I knew it had to be mine. I guess I was the first one to apply for the job. They had just posted the posting the day I called about the post. To be fair to the other people who were applying to the job they didn't hire me on the spot. I bet if those other people had known they were going to be up against me, they would have never bothered with the interview.
Last night, Valentines Day (a.k.a. Single Awareness Day) I was at home doing homework. I may be a stud in the getting a job department, but when it comes to the ladies....let's just say I fall a little short of the mark. Well, they called me up and sked if I would come in for a second interview. I said "How about right now?" That was the clincher. Anyone who has nothing better to do on Valentines Day than take a job interview...that person is a keeper. And here I am.
Pin Chaser.
posted by Rowdy at 12:59 AM
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