i move all the way back here to work at this "great" job and they are already hiring for my position...

...it's a damn good thing they promoted me first...

hehe...so i get back to work and all this jazz...in case any of you weren't aware i am...no...was... a cashier at Gateway Harley Davidson... pretty much the perfect job for a 19 year old that rides a motorcycle and likes biker boys...and leather...and chrome... i basically cashiered people out, stocked motorclothes, cleaned shit, folded tshirts, polished silver, helped out in a technology crisis, typical minimum wage bullshit...and i loved every second of it...it's definitely not your average place of business...it's classier than a department store and it smells like exhaust, oil and gas...its expensive as shit and cleaner than anything...the uniform consists of jeans and a harley shirt...there's some kind of old school rock playing in the background all of the time...slightly reminiscent of some guitar hero II song...(or in today's case...all elvis all day)...people are ridiculously friendly...customers range from 420 lb hulks of men named jody who have biceps bigger than my thighs (22 inches...we measured) to 90 lb feisty lesbians named terry who are meaner and way scarier than jody....i pretty much love it...so in the last month or so they have been switching things up...i got a new manager and a lot of people were unhappy about how she began to run things so some people quit...one of which was this girl named kara...i ended up taking her place as of today as a motorclothes associate...and i'm way freakin excited...basically now i try to convince people that they need everything in the store and a lot of things we can only order...my job is to: invoke an emotional desire in the customer's heart which causes them to spend ridiculous amounts of money on licensed product which only costs so much because there is a giant H-D logo slapped on the side of it because, well let's face it..."an emotional customer is a buying customer"...i love it...that's verbatim out of the employee handbook...hehe...the promotion basically comes with a commission check once a month, a cubby, and a box of business cards and yet it seems like so much more...hehe...

they are in the process of hiring for a new cashier and so we have had numerous people come in and fill out applications...and it has surprisingly been a slap in the ass to me...i'll explain: most of my coworkers have been doing this same job for quite some time...although they like doing it they aren't really passionate about it...who can blame them tho? you can only fold tshirts and tuck zippers everyday for so many years before the novelty starts to wear off.. they all either graduated high school or got their ged....a few went to community colleges but dropped out saying they'll go back but never do saying it's not their thing...they all have husbands/wives/boyfriends/girlfriends or a few of each and then you throw in some kids, a dog, and a mortgage and that's their life...they might get their shot at manager but chances are that this is the job they will retire from...and they have ALL been predicting the same life for me...

hell no. that is what i say to them...hell no....i'm entry level...THIS is entry level..fuck this shit...its way cool and all for a 19 year old who wants to take a semester off...and that's why i can see it might be appealing to keep going with it...but hell no...and i realized today how strongly i feel about this...the slap in the ass came...all these people are bringing in applications...they all have some high school on their app and most of them have some feeble attempt at referencing a "real college" but so very few of them are actually able to check mark that box next to "graduate?" yes...and they are hoping against hope that they can get this job as a cashier...something i've already surpassed by the age of 19...something i never intend on doing again without the hope of moving up and out...fuck that...

and so i was motivated...i arranged a meeting with an advisor at SLU this week and Webster next week...fuck being poor and stupid and a member of a disposable work force....fuck it up it's ass...i wanna be rich and afford my chrome...and smart enough to print tabs for the dividers of a binder on Microsoft Word....and dikey enough to be able to say that i put my own cams in my bike and shit-yea i even know what cams are...and yet girly enough to flirt with all the unbelievably cool biker people...straight and lesbian alike, damn it....

i like not being a dumbass and i like having graduated from a school that actually taught me not to settle for a minimum wage bullshit job...

so yay! anyone want a business card?