Yep, I got one. After applying to 13, 14 places, and only getting an interview for a job I hadn't applied for (To be a dealer at the casino. Wich, admittedly, would have ruled!).

Then I actually got around to using my contacts (The good ones, I mean) and got my job.

Now, I didn't want to work in a McDonald's or at Subways. Just because below-minimal wage (Erm, excuse me, restauration wage) doesn't make up for working in a crappy environment.

And the casino rejected me, so I got the next logical job - In a bingo hall!

Woopadeeoo!

Now, I was lucky enough to be hired right before they moved to a new location, wich mean I got to long in extra hours on higher wages to move baskets around, and to escort a safe to a van (You never know what can lurk between a community center and a church...)

I also got the new uniform, wich consist of a pair of very nice free pants and two free t-shirts.

The coolest part of the job must be that we have those secret-agent type earphone connected to a "Familly Radio" on our belt or in our appron (We being the salespeople, the caller and the cashier don't get them. My guess is that's the reason why they get 3 more dollars than me an hour, they don't get as much fun.)

Supposedly, the CB are only for when the game-master (IE, the dude who counts the cash and gives us cards) wants to talk to us (Etienne, come and cash your networks, wouldya?) or we want cards. (Do, I need more bonanzas.)

Well, that's when the boss is there. Otherwise, the fact that the customers can't hear us might be abused.

It's alway fun to see the customre's reaction when you're counting off their cards or their changes and suddenly starts laughing your butt off, along with the other salespeople in the room. A lot of them don't see the wire coming out of our shirts...

But back to the move. Yesterday was the Grand Opening Barbecue, even if we opened last week.

And the place was full of the usual clientele, because we were RAFFLING OFF A FREEZER! Yes, you heard me well, we were RAFFLING OFF A FREEZER!

Well, I guess it's better than Wednesday's Dirt Devil with Swivel Guide Plus, but still. I guess I'm just not in the key demographic...

Wait, I don't guess. I'm not a elderly woman.

Now, special barbecue meant that we had one of the coolest thing you can have at your work place (Beside the ice cube machine in the staff room, wich we do have).

An helium tank.

And ballons, wich are not as cool.

So anyway. 15 minutes were spent wondering how it would sound if the caller was on helium. A simillar amount of time was spent trying.

"B15, B fifteen... Bingo a été appellé, bingo has been called" sounds very much more special when it's said by a chipmunk.

I'll not get into the networked bingo music today. I'll record a wave of it sometime. You will writtle.

There was also the general brawl when it was announced that, since this was a special night, and the bonus hadn't been won, it'd be added to the jackpot.

Look, guy. I don't have any cards. Notice the lack of an appron? Notice the lack of the foot long strips of yellow paper?

So stop trying to tear my clothes off.

All in all, it's a nice job. I get to see weird people (Fushya polyester fluffy sweatshirt? What the hell?), get paid, and... Well, I get discounts at the snackbar.

Eti"Why are you still reading?"enne