Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"what's the matter for you, joe, i break-a you' face!"

when they say there's a high demand for jobs out there, they aren't kidding. what kind of jobs we're talking about is always a bit in the mist, but i had the privilege of enlightenment tonight, when going for an interview for a student job as a waitress at an italian restaurant in copenhagen. this restaurant owner said, aa, vieni, we eat, we drink, we talk, in italy, we take it easy, so i think, well, ok, in italy they take it easy so i go, we eat, we drink and the he says ok, now we go to my office. and i think, well, that's odd. but i keep cool and think hey, maybe i don't know enough about italian culture or customs. in his office, i notice with irony that he has a security camera and he's basically watching himself, so i ask, with much unnecessary naivety, why?, so he takes this cloth and covers it up. so i say no, no, not at all what i meant. so i think ok, there it is, the worst case scenario unfolding right under my now-like-cocker-spaniel eyes. he keeps talking about how there are so many romanians and bulgarians wanting this job, oh, and the tips, haha, they make more than me, these waiters, haha, and then he stands up and touches my hair and says well, i love-a your-a haircut and touches my shoulder in this hey-i'm-disgusting-and-pathetic-but-i-own-the-restaurant-you-want-to-work-in. so i figure it's really time to split and i say, i'm here only for the waitress job. then i kicked him in the groin and walked out, knocking a chair down on my way, in a successful attempt of showing how i felt about it.

and some say, a job is a job. well, fuh-get about it!