So, as many of you know, I am looking for a new job. The swing shift thing is not working at all--trying to fit everyone into Friday evenings and Saturdays means that my friends are being neglected. I never wanted to do it, but being the flippin' genius that I am, I decided to do it anyway because of the money. Yes, I know. Bad decision, worse reason. At any rate, I have been searching the job prospects and the last couple of days, I have been praying for direction as to where I should be looking and what God's will is in this situation. I have to tell you, God is a funny, funny guy. Today, I am at work, frustrated as all get out because the morning assistant manager is complaining about what we didn't do DESPITE THE FACT that we had to stay until 3am to get done what we did get done. Anyway, about halfway through my shift, I go to the counter to ring some guy up for a fax. After I've finished, he slides his business card across the counter and says, "Here's my card. Give me a call." I looked at the card and became very embarrassed.
This is where your part comes in... Guess where the guy worked. On Friday (or maybe tomorrow depending on how many of you answer) I will post the answer to where this guy worked and a related story.
11 comments:
Walmart!!!
Not Walmart. Good guess, though.
Since you said that you were embarrassed, I'm thinking it was a job relating to "adult entertainment."
Okay, another guess.
Wild Orchid!
It's Friday!!!! :)
I bet he wants you to take your 20 pieces of flair over to Chachi's . . .
You're making me wait too long for the answer.
guessing games, love guessing games . okay here goes; chuck e cheese, comedy club, ummm...embarassed yeah that really does lead you down the path of adult scenario jobs...come on tell us already.
Yeah, Friday has come and gone!! :)
Hey, today is kind of like Friday... He he he... Sorry, georgia, I appreciate your participation, but I was waiting for a few more respondees... I guess now I have enough, so here's the story:
The guy comes to the counter, and I ring him up for his fax. He is dressed in black pants and a black shirt that said something that I'd rather not repeat. He's probably mid to late forties, going for the Sting look with blonde, spiky hair that's only appropriate on a man HALF his age. I take his money, hand him his receipt, and he slides his business card across the counter toward me. I pretend I don't notice and tell him to have a nice evening. He pushes it a bit further and says, "Here's my card. Give me a call." I knew I didn't want to see the card based on the way he was looking at me and the shirt that he was wearing, but I thought he was just trying to hit on me--I frequently get hit on by men 20-30 years older than me. Turns out, I don't think he was looking for a date, I think he was recruiting. When I picked up the card and looked at it, I discovered that it was a business card for the Kit-Kat Ranch. When I asked my co-workers why he would have given me his card, two of them gave the same response:
"I can think of TWO reasons."
THE END
Even worse than I imagined! :)
The Kit Kat ranch....boy, things are sure different in Nevada (even after 5 years I'm still getting used to it). Business cards for houses of prostitution! Not even considered something to be ashamed of by some people.
But now that you have his address, you should send him a devotional book. hee hee
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