Gainful employment

[slipjig3]

Big day today: rafaela starts her new job in three hours. Woohoo! *confetti* *noisemakers* *Dixieland jazz* I'm so proud of her. She went in for a short-notice interview on Friday, and apparently knocked their socks off, becuase they signed her on right there on the spot. She's rather nervous right now (as can be expected), but we've prepared the best way we know how—we spent an hour last night drinking milkshakes in the Burger King parking lot, listening to Dr. Demento. Ahhh, the subversive power of Geek Love rituals!

Oh, the job? She's actually going to be working as a telemarketer. She's selling membership upgrades to club members, so no cold-calls, no calls to people who aren't at least a little bit likely to want what she's selling, and unless you're of the joinin' inclination, she won't be interrupting your Swanson's Hungry Man dinner or Matlock reruns (yes, she'll likely be interrupting someone's, but not yours). It's a part-time position, a very generous one of 30 hours a week or so, and pays quite, quite well.

So, yeah, it's all good. She can buy her own damn cigarettes no— *WHAP* Ow! What the... Oh, um, hi, Anna. How long have you been stan— *WHAP* Ow! Hey— *WHAP* *WHAP* Now stop tha— *WHAPWHAPWHAPPITYWHAPWHAP* Ow ow ow....

[EDIT: Anna has asked me to mention that she does not actually force me to buy her cigarettes. This is true, but having seen her on a double-barrel nic fit, I have little choice but to— *WHAPWHAPWHAP* Ow...]

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[mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com]

Y'all are cute. :)