I was out and about dealing with the whole marbete situation, listening to sick tunes about town. Everything went smooth, I needed to get a new hamper, and while at the store, an idea struck.
I should ask if they’re hiring.
Surely they need a young guy to do the heavy lifting. All the employees are ladies, so it could be helpful, I say to myself.
I don’t have a retail résumé on me though. But I do have a restaurant one. So, I remember I had to go hand in my sales card at the new pizza shop, but on my way there, there was a young woman wiping down the storefront of another joint. I stop, think about it, and then decide to ask the woman if they’re hiring.
The place looks like it caters to a younger crowd. So, maybe I can do good there since I’m still young myself, I continue to think. The woman looks younger than me, long, dark hair, and glasses.
She says they’re hiring, I ask what position.
“Waiter and kitchen,” she says.
“Ok, I’d like to apply for the waiter position. Can I leave you my résumé?”
“Sure, I’ll hand it to the manager.”
So, off I went hoping to get lucky because I’m critically low on funds.
Then I went around to take pictures to try and capture the magic of the raw nature of this town.
Old man says, “whaddaya you doing, buddy?” as I take pictures of the lake close to his house.
“I’m taking pictures for an American magazine. I’m doing an article about the town.”
“Really? Wanna interview me?”
“Well… sir,” I say. “The article is about the town itself, there’s no characters in this story, except the author, and what he experiences.”
“Oh… I see,” he says.
Ok, well that part didn’t really happen. I imagined it as I relayed this tale to the blonde while she had her lunch.
But I did drive around and took pictures while looking cool. Maybe the old guy really thought I was a journalist for a renowned American magazine.
Who knows…
The pictures I took do no justice to the real experience. Out on that bridge, especially. High above the bridge enjoying the breeze…