Kaiju

As you know, I started training at Napoli Pizza e Vino. They said they'd call me that week for another shift, but failed to do so. I called them, and they decided not to keep me on. So, that job actually cost me money because I had to buy black pants to work there. But there's good news. Today I got a job bussing tables for a restaurant in Park Slope. It's minimum wage plus shared tips with the waitstaff, so I don't expect to make much, but it's income nonetheless.

I had a "job interview" with a "legitimate business" called W G Management. I answered a craigslist ad and they called me in. From the looks of the office I thought they published a magazine for pedophiles. It was on the third floor above a dentist, and I was afraid for my life. The interview itself was more like a sales pitch, and I felt as if he interviewed a thousand people that day and said the exact same thing to each. I was interviewing for a non-descript customer service job. I say non-descript because I asked him to explain what the job entailed, and he didn't have an answer. He just continued spewing bullshit, and it was clear that I had become wrapped up in a scam of some sort. I thought I'd be selling sunglasses over the phone or something shitty like that, and I would have totally done that if they paid me. He called me the day after to attend a group interview, and I told him to munch my butt.

A recruiter for CNN called for a phone interview, I had submitted my resume to a shit load of jobs at Time Warner. He didn't have any openings for me, but he passed my information to NY1 and other local stations. I also got a call to interview for a Stock Broker Training job. It was some British guy with the phone number 212-000-0000 and he was not happy with his life. I have no recollection of applying for a such a job, but I pretended that it was my life long dream, and he set me up for an interview. He said he'd email me the address, but I never received anything.

Last night was the Kaiju Big Battel at the Warsaw in Brooklyn. It's a comical wrestling match between costumed heroes, monsters, and normally inanimate objects. It was totally entertaining, and the wrestling was often impressive.

That night, on the train ride home, I walk on the train to find none other than MICHAEL SHOWALTER sitting directly across from me. If you're unfamiliar with him (which I'm guessing you are because I know everyone who reads this intimately) he's famous for comedy troupes The State and Stella, as well as the film Wet Hot American Summer and his web show The Michael Showalter Showalter. This dude actually got off at Parkside Ave. where I live, and my research today informed me that he lives in Brooklyn. Could it be that he lives in my neighborhood, or was he just looking to schtupp the young lady who accompanied him?

In other news, that rat bastard Greenbean is moving out. He got ghetto housing in Kill Whitey, NY and he's leaving us to save a few bucks. It's too bad he'll probably end up spending it on internet porn when his lady moves away this winter. It's gonna be a blue christmas, Greenbean. I'm referring to your testicles of course. Also I'm just joking around, you'll be missed.