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batskeetsDid another paid psych experiment, have 3 more scheduled for next week. I also got money in the mail today, as in actual money for actual work. Holy shizzy! $$$! Wound up running around afterwards getting apps for some grunt work-ish off-campus jobs--I figure that, since I will eventually need a new second job, I might as well try to get one that I can actually *keep* once I'm no longer a student.
And, because I was soliciting stores at Oakway Center for job apps, I stopped briefly at Old Navy, because I thought I might get a job. Yeah, granted, I've vowed never to shop there solely based on the fact that I hate their commercials with a fiery passion, and I don't believe in rewarding such phenomenally bad advertising. But just because I work there doesn't mean I have to shop there, right?
Well, let me tell YOU, I walked into Old Navy today, and it was the most disturbing 60 seconds of my LIFE. All the employees looked like they belonged to some freaky Abercrombie & Crotch cult, and were sporting these brightly-colored, incredibly preppie Old Navy uniform shirts, *everyone* was wearing a fscking headset for no discernible reason that I could find, and the decor of the place was all flashing and blinking and so freaking cheerful that it was just plain CREEPY.
At that point, I decided I wasn't quiiite that desperate for extra money, and bolted for the exit.
I went to the soft cloth car wash on Coburg later on--it's much nicer on my finish than the little brush wash at the Texaco. I came home and waxed the ride after that, which was kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it's done now. Shiny! <3
Nothing else on tap today... probably going to just kick back for the evening, and maybe do some freelance or internshippy bits later on, if this headache goes away.
::poof::
And, because I was soliciting stores at Oakway Center for job apps, I stopped briefly at Old Navy, because I thought I might get a job. Yeah, granted, I've vowed never to shop there solely based on the fact that I hate their commercials with a fiery passion, and I don't believe in rewarding such phenomenally bad advertising. But just because I work there doesn't mean I have to shop there, right?
Well, let me tell YOU, I walked into Old Navy today, and it was the most disturbing 60 seconds of my LIFE. All the employees looked like they belonged to some freaky Abercrombie & Crotch cult, and were sporting these brightly-colored, incredibly preppie Old Navy uniform shirts, *everyone* was wearing a fscking headset for no discernible reason that I could find, and the decor of the place was all flashing and blinking and so freaking cheerful that it was just plain CREEPY.
At that point, I decided I wasn't quiiite that desperate for extra money, and bolted for the exit.
I went to the soft cloth car wash on Coburg later on--it's much nicer on my finish than the little brush wash at the Texaco. I came home and waxed the ride after that, which was kind of a pain in the ass, but at least it's done now. Shiny! <3
Nothing else on tap today... probably going to just kick back for the evening, and maybe do some freelance or internshippy bits later on, if this headache goes away.
::poof::
