my (very) part-time job. oh, and how i almost became a hooker.

so i got a job/volunteer opportunity in an administrative role that will consume a whopping 2.5 to 5 hours of my week. i would never have taken it in any other situation, but it's my landlord's business...actually, maybe that's a reason why i shouldn't have taken it. my rate of pay is according to a commission-based structure, which is fairly silly for my role because the work that i'll be doing doesn't have a very direct impact on our ability to make the sale. the company, comteq, offers a range of tech-based products but i'll be working with the part of the business devoted to phone services for business clients. essentially i'll come in the day before a client meeting to analyze their current phone bill and determine how much money comteq could save them. it's at least moderately interesting and hopefully pretty quick work once i get used to finding the information i need among the bill's 45 pages.

my landlord is a bit of an interesting character, though, so we'll see how things go with him. at least 45 minutes of my "training" today involved an explanation of his relationship woes, which was actually pretty informative as we'd noticed that he had a sleepover last night with a woman who is definitely not his girlfriend mesi, who just moved back to australia. though he is being fairly shady in many ways, my opinion of him shifted slightly once i heard his whole story.

speaking of jobs and shady dealings, as i was standing on the corner outside of subway waiting for bryan to get off of work tonight, a guy in his late 20s wandered over and asked, "so...are you working tonight?". so this is how you pick up a prostitute! i've always wondered about that opening line. he must have been fairly desperate, as i was wearing paint-stained jeans, flip-flops, and an ill-fitting fleece jacket and carrying a shopping bag over my shoulder. i suppose the profession doesn't tend to attract (and maintain) a high standard of physical attractiveness, so maybe i was the best of the pickings tonight. i think my "no, i'm just waiting for someone" embarrassed him, because he felt the need to follow up his question with the equally intelligent "oh...you're just waiting on the corner?". yes, i am. can't a woman wait alone on a saturday night on the corner of a street with a reputation for prostitution without being a hooker? maybe i should have seen it coming, but i really thought that the less-than-seductive fleece pullover would have dissuaded the hopefuls.

-rachel