My life's latest adventure:
A while back I think I mentioned I was a janitor, emphasis now on was. My old boss, friendly old man, good guy to work for, retired. His replacement was a grumpy guy who kept yelling at us over pretty much everything, whether or not it was our fault. I gave him some time, but thing's didn't improve much, and having your job threatened every couple days was just too much stress to take, so I quit.
The good news is, an old buddy of mine from high school, who swings by every now and then to chat, works as a dishwasher at a high-class restaurant. The staff there is pretty tight-knit, and he was able to set up a job interview for me with the head of the kitchen staff. I show up punctually for the interview. Boss runs in, looking panicked:
"You're Mr. Baron, right? I've got a five-hundred person party upstairs, a three-hundred person fundraiser downstairs, dinner's about to be served and one of my dishwashers didn't show up! Let's see what you can do!" (The guy who didn't show up wasn't the buddy in question)
I'd call seven and a half hours of work a pretty good outcome for a job interview. I start full-time in the summer. Best part is, I won't have to be a dishwasher for very long; the boss is planning to train me as a waiter.
TLDR: Insanebaron the Janitor is gone. All hail Insanebaron the Waiter!
