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I had just moved to San Diego for school and I needed a job, badly. I was applying for everything I was even remotely qualified for: waitressing, bartending, receptionist, lab rat, etc. I was hitting up every job source I could think of. Unfortunately, my class schedule nixed most of the openings for me and I could barely get an interview for the rest. It’s not like I’m a loser going after jobs that I could never get…I had the proper qualifications for all of the jobs I applied for. It’s just that a couple thousand OTHER people were in the same boat I was in.
While checking out the want ads in the paper one day, I ran across an ad for a clerk at an adult shop. Now, I am a pretty open minded but can be terribly shy. I caught myself thinking that this could be an interesting and learning experience. The hours were great, the pay was a hell of a lot better than nothing, and my student loan wasn’t going to continue covering tuition, rent, and food for long.
So, I went for it. I emailed my resume to the shop (it still kills me that you actually needed a resume to work there.) Naturally, I was asked to come in for an interview.
What do you wear to an interview at an adult shop???? Do they expect you to wear the “outfits” they sell? Will I look too out of place if I wear my normal interview clothes? Finally, I decided on slacks and a nicer shirt and off I went.
I find the place, go inside, tell the clerk who I was and proceeded to wait about 10 minutes for the manager to make his way down from his office. I was pretty certain he was up there watching me through the security cameras, soooo, I tried to play it cool and do my best to browse the items without halving my eyes bulge out of my head!!
He finally graces me with his presence and proceeds to give me the three dollar tour. We start at the front and work our way to the “rooms” in the back. I was thinking that I could actually do this job until he informed me what the rooms in the back were for.
APPARANTLY, people (mostly men) could rent videos to watch in the privacy of the rooms in the back instead of taking them home. Ok, ewww, now I would know exactly what they were doing in the secret rooms back there. Oh well, I guess it has to be done somewhere right??
Well, I had convinced myself that this was cool UNTIL he told me that it would be MY JOB to clean up after each movie session!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! Could anything even BE more disgusting?!?
NO WAY IN HELL could he pay me enough to clean up the GIZZ from all of those men!!! What if I accidentally touched some of it?? Unh-uh, no sir, not this little chickie, NOT gonna happen.
Needless to say, I did NOT get the job, did not broaden my horizons, and did NOT clean up old man gizz.
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