Volunteer Schmolunteer

So I went to a psuedo-interview at the library a few weeks ago. I met everyone and talked to a REALLY nice woman about working there and she pretty much told me that if I sent in an application she'd find me a job. Well, this being a Fuller library, I assumed I would never hear anything about it again.

Those seminary tricksters fooled me again- I went by last week and they did in fact offer me a job...

VOLUNTEERING.

Um, thanks. So far know-how, availability, skills, nepotism, and interviews for a number of positions I am qualified to fill haven't gotten me a job at Fuller. Maybe working for free will be my lucky break. So I say I'll be there, at the library, bright and early on Monday morning. Guess who doesn't show up... my fake-boss. I don't so much mind waking up, walking to campus and waiting around if I'm getting paid for it, but doing it for nothing is different. I feel like people should be nice to volunteers, especially pregnant volunteers.

This whole waiting around for people to show up thing is sadly familiar, as it's what I do everytime someone signs up at the writing center (my other imaginary job) and then doesn't show up. I should have titled this entry -Inconsiderate Seminarians-.

Sorry my tone is so bitter. I miss my dog. I know she's in great hands with Fist (ha ha) but I wish there was a way she could have stayed in sunny dog-hating So Cal with Lazlo and me. Driving to El Paso and back is never fun, and carrying the equivalent of an organ crushing bowling ball on my lap did not enhance the experience. Camping with Fist was nice, and White Sands was incredible- I definitely want to go back post-baby and roll down some dunes- but overall I'd rather not have given Ramona away.

Poor little bitch.