Jobs II, A Full Stomach, Etc.

Okay, so I called that Scotty's Beans place and told them there's no way in hell I'm going to schlepp to a coffee house three freaking hours away to take to a job. Well, okay, I said it a little more politely than that, but regardless, I didn't go my interview today.

But no worries! I made some strides with some applying today, I guess.

Morton's Steakhouse took my application but said they weren't hiring. McCormick and Schmick's had me come in not once, not twice, but three times, because of some nonsense with the hiring manager not being there, then that manager being in a manager's meeting, then her STILL being in the same manager's meeting; they told me to come back tomorrow. I'm not sure that I will. And Fogo de Chao is only open like two hours a day, apparently.

That pretty much exhausts the surprisingly decent amount of fancy restaurant that happen to be a stone's throw away from our apartment.

The best lead I have, surprisingly, comes from some random job I picked off of Las Vegas craigslist. I have an interview tomorrow for a phone-a-thon type place. They told me to dress real nice (khakis are too casual, apparently, and a tie is a must), and the hours and pay seem legit (just around 15 hours, and a bit more than minimum wage, exactly what I was looking for).

So there's that. Hopefully it works out. If not, it's okay. Like my dad nicely said in a comment to the last post, there's no need to get anxious. Plenty of time left here at Vegas.

Anyways, the job-hunt didn't take up my whole day. For Pam, sleeping didn't take up her whole day either, but that was mainly because the damn construction on the room next door sounded like one of those cars featured in The Fast and the Furious and shook the bedroom like we lived in a beehive. Luckily, she doesn't have work tonight, so we were able to go get a bite to eat.

There's a brewing company / restaurant right across the street, actually, that we had been meaning to check out, called Gordon Biersch Brewing Company, and it was, to put in a mannerly way, delightful. (Ahh, alright, I'm from Philly, I'm allowed to be crude. It was f***ing BANGIN').

We went for Happy Hour which meant, all things considered, good prices for the food and drink we got. Pam got an Asian Fusion Combo, with fried shrimp, southwest eggrolls, and teryaki dumplings; I, the Slider Combo, with sliders both of the BBQ Pork and Kobe Beef variety, and a basket of garlic fries. These, with five Hefeweizens between the two of us (yes, Pam had to help me finish my third beer; oh, the shame!), made for an excellent meal.

Seriously, I'm stuffed. I could barely make it across the street. Good thing I went for a run today (Lenten promise: Physical activity every day!).

Pam has a nursing class she has to attend tomorrow morning, so we're taking it easy tonight. I don't think I could go out and do anything if I tried anyway. Oh god, my stomach! It feels like a sack of oatmeal!

P.S. Pam is currently typing away at her computer too, which might just mean her authorial debut will be this very evening. "You should finish your blog post tonight." "I can't, I'm tipsy." "That's how I write all mine." "You're an idiot savant."

P.P.S. Even though this only applies for the next 45 minutes in the east coast, I'd like to give a big birthday shout-out to my Mom. Sorry I couldn't be there with ya. It's your birthday for four more hours here, so I'll have a few more drinks for you. Happy birthday Mom!