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....as usual, so I went out job hunting this morning.  What follows is the
actual account of the day, ending just a mere hour ago.

   I got up at a quarter to nine.  I always get up at a quarter to nine. 
I got dressed and went downstairs.  Ate breakfast (megahot salsa and chips).
Made some phone calls (mom & dad, doctors office, magic shop).  Took
shower and shaved.  Fixed car (add quart of oil, suspended catalytic
converter with coat hanger & duct tape).  Changed shirt, and BOLTED!

First Stop:  Blockbuster Video

 	Tob:  "Hi!  My name's Tob and I'd like to apply for the job, to
whom (say `whom' as much as you can) do I speak?"

	Guy:  "That'd be me.  Here, fill this out.  Need a pen?"
	
	Tob:  "Nope, got one, but thanks anyway."

    I hereby proceeded to fill out a standard type job type application. 
I've filled out so many within the last 60 days that I can do them in
record time.  This was no exception.  Then I looked for the guy.

	Tob:  "All done.  When do you think you'll be needing someone?"

        Guy:  "Oh, well, Sheri the manager has to go through a stack this
thick and call the people.  We'll probably be calling you in about a week.
 You look really familiar, do I know you?"   <-This happens *ALL THE TIME*

        Tob:  "I'm not famous."

	Guy:  (Looks at application) "Tob!  Oh yeah, I thought I
recognized you; we had _________ (insert random class listing here) together
with Doctor ___________(insert ambiguous teacher name here) last semester,
or was it two semesters ago?"

	Tob:  "Oh yeah!  I remember, I thought I recognized you too! 
(This, of course, is a BALDFACED LIE, but it doesn't hurt anyone)"

	David Mainelli (I read his nametag):  "So what have you been up to
this summer?"

	Tob:  "Oh, not much, just hanging around."

	David Mainelli: "Yeah, me too."

	Tob:  "Well, gotta run, see ya!"

    And then I left thinking about how weird Blockbuster Video vestibules
are and that I should rent the subtitled version of Akira the next time I
was out there.  The next time?  I never get west of 72nd street, much less
all the way out to 114th.  I got into my alleged car, tuned the radio to
NPR, looked at my gas gauge (one eighth LESS than empty), and figured I
could make it out to 108th and John Galt Boulevard.

   Second Stop:  Oriental Trading Company Employment Office 

     Drove and drove and drove.  It was hot.  I sweated.  Finally got to
the building of a Famous-Local-Z-Something-Radio-Station-That-Shall-Remain-
Nameless.  Walked in the door and saw a sign that said "OTC Suite 520".
So I jumped into the elevator with an unnecessary flourish (good move, but
wasted; no audience), and went up.  The elevator was too slow.   I found
the office and went in.

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Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't feel like completing this story.
Turns out I got the job; I now open mail.


I gotta run.

Get ready for the Rock Cornish Game Hen story.

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And post something to my newsgroup, I'm too busy

    alt.fun.with.tob


    Tob



                      Mindshaft is coming


  More fun than a barrel of Monchichis          'finger`  tob@cwis.unomaha.edu
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