Friday,
April 29th, 6:56 P.M.
Ever since I got the rejection
letter from Moenia Prima Community College, my parents have been bugging me
about going out and getting a job. To
this point I’ve blown them off. Today
that changed. This change didn’t happen
because I felt it was necessary. This
change happened because my father felt it was necessary. Actually, my father told me it was
necessary. My Dad sat me down and
sternly said to me, “Hato, you’re going out there and you’re finding a job,
because if you’re not working or going to school, you’re out of here. Do you understand that?” Yes, I did understand that.
I spent the afternoon looking
through the want ads and filling out job applications. This was a completely enjoyable experience
that was made all the better by my Dad being around and checking up on my
progress every half minute. Really.
There is one part of this process
that I find disturbing. More disturbing
than my Dad getting angry, which he rarely does. When I filled out the application for the
position of office assistant at Barrett Copeland and Reno, I was asked for my
race. This wasn’t buried deep in
questions like “What do you feel is your best quality?” This was the second question I was asked to
answer, right after “What is your name?”
Why the fuck was I asked this question?
What kind of difference does my race make? Are you going to tell me that a verbrecher
with the same educational experience as me can do a better job than me? No fucking way.
I know that employees can ask this
question. I know that there’s no law
that says they can’t ask me what my race is.
My point is this: Just because
you can do something, does that mean you should do something? I mean, just because I can fill my Hipster
with pirated music, movies, and programs, does that mean that I should do
it? Well, I already do pirate all of
those things, but it’s wrong for me to do so, and I fully expect someday for
consequences to come down upon me.
That’s assuming anybody does find out that I’m a pirate, which they
won’t, unless I’m too caviler and begin boasting about my mammoth music
collection. By the way, I am now in
possession of every Moral Threat song ever released, and some that haven’t been
released.
Back to my point, in the time since
I’ve submitted my applications I’ve received some replies. Four of them were not rejections, in fact
those four want to interview me. Three
of them are in the next two weeks, while the fourth is right after I
graduate. The Postal Service job looks
the most promising seeing as Sparra already works there. The Warrior Technological job is kind of a
long shot, but I knew that when I applied.
I’m already not looking forward to my interview at Barrett, Copeland,
and Reno. I’ll probably keep the
Mattison interview just in case the three before it fall through. I have no idea what Mattison is, I’ll look
them up after I’m done with this entry.
Things are kind of looking up. Seems like things are on an upswing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find
the new Dramatica CD online. Hopefully
Dad won’t choose this particular half minute to look over my shoulder.
Goodnight.
Hato Shurtleff
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