sporadic fulfilment

i am fuckin' insane.

last night after being recruited for office-cleaning by some guy driving by while i was waiting drunk for the bus, i got offered a long-term gig but i don't think i'll take him up on it. i mean, do these sound like ideal working conditions to you?

-the first thing he said to me was "you a boy or a girl?" -- promptly followed with a Yes, I am Female, & No, I Have No Desire to Fuck You exchange. (i have so many of those, i should patent them or something.)

-it pays ten dollars an hour & involves contact with pube-covered toilet seats.

-who the hell intentionally picks spiky-haired, black-clad androgynes who're leaning against bus stops on an otherwise deserted street at four in the morning as employees?

so i managed to make twenty bucks & salvage another fifty bucks' worth of art supplies (not to mention get a blog post out of the experience), but graveyard shift janitorial work is just not my thing...just any one of the above would have been an instant deal breaker if it was a job that i was *actually* seeking. but yes, apparently if one is curiosity-driven & somewhat inebriated, getting into a black sports car driven by a mustached man named 'rocky' for a spot of late night desk-scrubbing & trashcan-emptying sounds perfectly sensible.

posted by malachi trizec @ 7:56 a.m.