Summer Jobs

May 9, 2009

I’m in constant denial of the fact that I live in New Jersey and keep applying for jobs in restaurants and cafés in New York City. I called Irving Farms Coffee on 7th ave and 14th, and this is how the convo went:

Me: Hello. I am calling to inquire whether this location is currently hiring?

Manager: Yes, we are. What kind of job are you looking for?

Me: Oh, anything at this point.

Manager: Do you have experience making coffee?

Me: No, but I have really good people skills. I’m in college, and I’m a tour guide, and I worked at an insane asylum a few summers ago..

Manager: (Laugh) Why don’t you send me your resume? I’m sorting through a few now but I would love to see yours.

SEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! This is the ONLY good, possibly successful, interaction I’ve had all day, so when I tell my parents, they say, “Won’t it be a hassle, getting to the city every day? Why can’t you just look for a restaurant here, in Jersey?”

I don’t have the heart to tell them that living in Jersey is bad enough, I don’t want to work here too.

I feel kind of guilty now. Jersey’s not that bad. At least I’m up North where the greenery is very pretty and the tap water tastes good. But they are right–it will be a hassle to go to the city every day.

I wish I had spent more time looking for internships for this summer over last semester. But I talked to Roma, and she said it was OK to have one summer where you just chill. I’m taking a class, after all, for credit, and that’s definitely work. Maybe I’ll take an art class at the Old Church with my tour-guiding money. And I can chill with my friends and watch VH1 for disgusting amounts of time. 

Plus, even if I do work at Ben & Jerry’s and become a whale, at least I’ll have fun eating.

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