I've come to terms with the fact that I will not have an internship this summer. I think I must have had a permanent loogie on my face that distracted recruiters, but I haven't gotten a single call back out of the 15 or so placed I've applied to. Oh well.
My next plan is to start applying at some minimum wage "your name is on your shirt" jobs. I'm feeling it like Kevin Spacey did in the movie American Beauty when he said, "I want the job with the least amount of responsibility." This is my last opportunity to have a shitty job where the only consequences of fucking up is someone yelling at me to make another Venti Frappichino Light Whip.
To cover rent and food, I'll have to work a minimum of 40 hours at $6.50/hr. I'll probably have to work on two jobs at about 25-30 hours a week, since getting a full time fry cook position is hard to come by.
If I don't get at least one job this summer, I'm effed. But I don't want to think about that right now.
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