I decided to rest for today and look for a part-time job tomorrow.

“...”

Looking through my computer, I find a couple of restaurant and convenience store jobs. Looking through pay and working conditions, I eliminate a few and am left with 2 options. 1 was a local family restaurant, the other a convenience store.

I dress casually, just a simple short-sleeve button-up shirt and jeans… they fit a little too big for me since I lost weight…

I was conflicted over whether or not to comb my hair, but I figured that by the time I reach it would have already come undone.

Fuck it, let’s go as is.

Option 1, Dairy King.

“Yo! I’m here for a job application!”-I said as I entered the store… full of people eating ice cream… tsk.

“Ok! Wait in this room, the interviewer will be here in a second.”

A man walked into the room wearing the Dairy King uniform.

“Ok, so your name is… Aga Kanzamoto?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, so where’s your resume?”

“Don’t have one sir”

“Okay… any past work experience?”

“Nope…”

“Okay… That’s gonna be a problem.”

“Why would it be sir?”

“Experience is a set requirement”

“Sir, no fucking offense, but this is Dairy King, do I need a doctorate to handle the ice cream machine?!”