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The other day on the Caltrain, riding home after a long day at work, there was a guy across the aisle from me venting his life to his mom on the phone. His main problem, according to him: it's a competitive job market and because of online applications, even Trader Joe's gets 1000 applications for 95 part time spots at a new store, and they've interviewed and hired everyone by the time the store opens.

So he brings along his album of family photos to distinguish himself from the people who just send in an online application but are not, in fact, real people with real pictures. Of their families. For a job interview.

The next half hour was spent discussing the finer points of not getting a job. The details of how a mortgage goes from "due" to "late" to "overdue" to "really late" to "missed payment" to "in default" to "foreclosure" and that his mom ought to know these things because she has a mortgage.

Then he thanks God for half an hour for not allowing him to find a job so that he could live at home and take care of grandma, who is so senile and so mean to people when she is disoriented that sometimes even he wants to take a baseball bat to her instead of taking her to an old folks home.

During all this we also find out that half of his friends from college are now petty thieves and con artists, and among the rest some are very successful and some have gotten a few girls pregnant. Thanks God a few more times for not being a thief and never getting laid. We also find out that he had no direction in life before he went to college and still has no direction, but that's great, too, because he doesn't feel anxious about the time he spends at home watching TV with grandma and the baseball bat while mom works. But he'll find direction soon enough, and he's looking forward to that.

Now, I know it takes all kinds to make the world, and it is judgmental of me to call this guy pathetic, but dude, seriously, whine to your mom someplace where there aren't 100 people trapped in a train car listening to you.

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mackenzie
Jul. 18th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
OMG. Srsly.

There was a woman in the coffee shop today having a really long phone interview, but she couldn't keep signal, so she kept getting up and walking all around the Starbucks, apologizing profusely the entire time about how noisy the other patrons were and her shitty phone service.

The worst part was that she clearly wasn't qualified for the job by the way she was answering their questions.

I wanted her to die. I was just trying to write a cute poem, you know?
figsauce
Jul. 18th, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
Wow. Just... wow.

The only story I have that trumps that comes from riding MUNI at night. Some dude on the train was going on and on to anyone he could make eye contact to about his history of dealing crack and going to jail for assaulting someone. Anyone he singled out for the one-way conversation felt it in their best interest to humor him.
figsauce
Jul. 18th, 2007 11:23 pm (UTC)
Wait wait, someone's got a better story: http://community.livejournal.com/customers_suck/22496442.html
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