That could have gone better
Apr. 2nd, 2013 04:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_slinkySATURDAY: Discovered that a local comic shop is hiring. No idea what position, don't care. I would LOVE to work in a comic shop again! Was informed by the employee there that they don't do applications, just bring in a resume on Tuesday and meet with the owner. AWESOME!
SUNDAY: Just before leaving the house to go do Easter at my parents house, I twit/rolled my ankle AGAIN. I do this far too often and was angry with myself because I have no one else to blame - I haven't been doing my ankle exercises, haven't been going to the gym, and have been steadily gaining weight since before CHRISTMAS. Rolled the ankle in BOTH directions, tripping over my own floppy ankle and slamming down on to the opposite knee, then sliding across the kitchen floor on my *face*.
MONDAY: Rest, Ice, Elevate, Ibuprofin ALL. DAY. LONG. By the end of the day I was confidently hobbling around the house from chair to bathroom to bedroom... I got this.
TUESDAY: Walk to the Comic Shop was longer than I remembered, MUCH longer of a walk than from my chair to the bathroom. The slow and painful walk to the comic shop gave me plenty of time to realize that I was still wearing the shirt that I had slept in, and it smelled kind of like a shirt that had been slept in by a sweaty fat guy and then forgotten about. By the time I got to the comic shop I was hobbling along like some half-broken wind-up toy robot. My "Interview" with the owner seemed to be nothing more than a formality, lots of leading statements/questions regarding how there was a lot of running around and lifting and standing and basically stuff that a fat gimpy sweaty old guy would have trouble dealing with.
I don't think my experience of having owned a shop or my annual experiences with selling at conventions will have much bearing on the owner's decision.
He thanked me for coming in, I thanked him for the opportunity, he said he'll probably have a decision by the end of the month.
Yeah, that could have gone better :(
SUNDAY: Just before leaving the house to go do Easter at my parents house, I twit/rolled my ankle AGAIN. I do this far too often and was angry with myself because I have no one else to blame - I haven't been doing my ankle exercises, haven't been going to the gym, and have been steadily gaining weight since before CHRISTMAS. Rolled the ankle in BOTH directions, tripping over my own floppy ankle and slamming down on to the opposite knee, then sliding across the kitchen floor on my *face*.
MONDAY: Rest, Ice, Elevate, Ibuprofin ALL. DAY. LONG. By the end of the day I was confidently hobbling around the house from chair to bathroom to bedroom... I got this.
TUESDAY: Walk to the Comic Shop was longer than I remembered, MUCH longer of a walk than from my chair to the bathroom. The slow and painful walk to the comic shop gave me plenty of time to realize that I was still wearing the shirt that I had slept in, and it smelled kind of like a shirt that had been slept in by a sweaty fat guy and then forgotten about. By the time I got to the comic shop I was hobbling along like some half-broken wind-up toy robot. My "Interview" with the owner seemed to be nothing more than a formality, lots of leading statements/questions regarding how there was a lot of running around and lifting and standing and basically stuff that a fat gimpy sweaty old guy would have trouble dealing with.
I don't think my experience of having owned a shop or my annual experiences with selling at conventions will have much bearing on the owner's decision.
He thanked me for coming in, I thanked him for the opportunity, he said he'll probably have a decision by the end of the month.
Yeah, that could have gone better :(
