How I Almost Lost My First Job.

Workplace Shenanigans.

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Now when I was a teenager, there came a point where I had to find a job. I think that I can speak for a lot of people when I say this; I did not want to give up my goddamn weekends.

It’s already bad enough that I spend most of my week at school sitting in a plastic chair that’ll probably give me ass sores that I’ll be feeling when I’m 97 and the only memory left in me is how terrible those seats were.

Now I had to deal with the possibility of a shitty boss and worse, shitty customers. Sure, I would get paid, but then again, so do directors who have to work with Chevy Chase. Doesn’t sound like a lot of fun.

Now, I won’t go into detail about what jobs I applied for, but I’ll tell you how I almost lost my first job before I even started.

I won’t name where I work, but it was a restaurant. I found out I got an interview when I got a call while I was volunteering at my high school’s registration. Okay, I will admit I was asleep for some of it.

But what do you expect from making a teenager wake up at dawn to be at a school that isn’t even fully open yet just to hand out these cheap-looking notebooks at a desk for six hours?

I checked my phone and saw I got a voicemail, opened it up to find out I had gotten a phone…