So, I finally got hired at a real job. For those of you that are just tuning in, I explained my troubles finding work in My Summer Conundrum. Either way, last week I finally got a call back from Wal-Mart (after I had already called them and they had told me there were no openings, but I'm not complaining). I went in on Monday for my first interview, and I must have impressed the people interviewing me, because they called me back the next day for a follow up interview on Wednesday.
On Wednesday I had a strange interview, which was only strange because I'm not really sure it could be considered an interview. Mostly it was me signing some papers and the manager telling me what my job description would be and then explaining that there would be a background check, which I had to sign to release, and that I needed to take a urine test. After all was said and done with the manager, whose name I believe was Margaret (sp?), I made my way to the front of the store to take the urine test at the new clinic thing they have now. Either way, when all was said and done, I was so confident that I was going to pass that I bought two uniforms and headed home.
Well, sure enough, on Friday the results must have came back because I received another call asking me to come in for Orientation on Tuesday. Here's the best part, unlike those other two jobs that I had interviews at, this training is paid! That means that, as of Tuesday, I will finally be making money again.
Oh, and I figure I should mention somewhere that I was hired to work in the Electronics Department. RadioShack can kiss my butt. They never called me back, even though I called them twice. Oh well, I'll just work at Wal-Mart and sell electronics there.
Okay, since I've been attempting to make some spare cash whenever I can, I've been offering my services mowing lawns. It is because of these offers that I have received my new name. I have been renamed Mowbane, slayer of lawn mowers near and far. The story starts at my dad's house on Thursday. I ordered a pizza and headed over to Dad's because I was going to mow his lawn. I grabbed the pizza on the way there, had a few slices, then went downstairs to get the lawn mower. I opened the garage door, put gas in the mower, pulled the mower outside, and attempted to start the mower. Unfortunately, the mower would not start. I pulled the cord more times than I could count, but I could not get the mower to start. The mower has a gas leak, and I'm thinking maybe the gas is leaking into the motor and flooding it (but really, I know nothing about motors so please don't take my word for it).
Then, on Saturday, I went to my Uncle Rick's house to mow his lawn. I got to his house, grabbed my sun glasses (which I had lost last year and Uncle Rick had found and left out for me), and headed out to the shed to get the lawn mower. I pulled the mower out of the shed, primed it, and started the engine. Unlike Dad's mower, Uncle Rick's started on the first pull. However, the motor was coughing and straining quite a bit, and when I hit the tall grass it shut off. I thought maybe the motor just needed to get warmed up, so I pulled out of the tall grass and pulled the cord to start the engine, and when I did, oil shot out of the exhaust. I immediately let go of the bar to shut the engine off, but it seems the damage had been done. Soon oil began leaking out of the air filter (which I thought at first was the oil filter because of the amount of oil leaking out of it), and despite my efforts, I could not find the source of the problem. I found a broken bolt, but Jeff (my step-father) does not think the bolt caused the problem. He thinks that a gasket blew or there was a problem with a piston. Either way, the lawn mower is completely screwed.
So, in the past week, I have killed two lawn mowers. Beware! Do not let me around your lawn mower, or it may mysteriously explode.
Well, I need to head to bed. I have to get up in the morning so I can go see the Hookstown Parade with the family for Memorial Day. Good night all.
Later,
Joshua
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