Unlucky Wednesday

Joe's been in Denver for two years.

He's never had a table on which to eat.

I move to Denver a month ago.

I find myself going to coffee shops, not for internet, but for a solid surface with four legs on which to design.

We decide to find a badass, vintage formica & chrome table on CraigsList.

After weeks of searching, we find one! It's great! It's swell! It comes with chairs! Perfect!

We email, they email back, we settle on a price, we plan to pick it up (a ways outta town) Tuesday night.

I call.

Phone off.

Oh. Cool.

Real cool.

Wednesday… Email from Seller…

It will not be possible to connect with us for a while. I have decided to remove the vintage Chrome Table and Chairs listing from Craig's List and not to sell at this time.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience. Thank you.

Nancy

WTF NANCY?

Thanks a lot, Nancy. Oh, and really, no inconvenience, Nancy. Don't worry, Nancy. We'll be fine eating off the floor, Nancy. Like dogs, Nancy.

Lucky Tuesday

New kicks… New outlook on life…

Another Monday…

Monday, I found out that the regional manager of Caribou has to pull my application from hyperspace. It makes little–no sense. It's all good though…

But I had a much more exciting adventure after my coffee/internet fix…

I got to take Joe's car eighty blocks north to get his oil changed! (I like to think I'm something of a personal assistant—in exchange for meals, booze and rent).

I roll in at 4:00pm. Oil change? What? Like twenty minutes? Sure.

Sweet! Vending machines! I get a Coke and some Gardettos to pass the time. I also get some sweet MSNBC action on the tv. Obama not a citizen? Roman Polanski arrested! Health care reform!

Forty-five minutes go by…

The news stories start to repeat…

Another forty-five minutes…

Okay, time for the big guns. I'm buying Skittles…

Another thirty minutes…

Six o'clock: Are you Joe?

Close enough! (With a mouthful of Skittles.)

And I'm on the road.

Friday

Well, I woke up into happy hour. Nothin' happier than that.

Thursday

Apparently, I'm "friendly enough" to get hired.

Wednesday

It's raining.

The worst kind of day for being unemployed.

…Where're the chips and salsa?

Tuesday

Preface: Sleepin' in today was rough. I got a crick in my neck that just won't go away.

Okay. So. For about a week now, I've almost maybe had a job at Caribou Coffee. And today is the day—I'm waiting for a call from the manager…

And my phone is dying.

Rewind—I get up (oy, my neck), drive to a local coffee shop, Pablos, to get wireless and a cup of the cheapest coffee available. (I am running out of the quarters I stole from my dad two weeks ago). The place is packed. There is one open table in the way-back behind two Spanish-speaking adults.

There are a lot of mustaches and plaid snapped up shirts.

And I get situated to check my email and Facebook (only the most important things for this art major) and the wireless won't show up.

I wait.

I watch. People all over.

Coffee's too hot to drink.

I spy an open table in the center of the shop. Clearly this will be the answer to the wireless problem.

Clock on the wall says four. Watch says three. I'm time-warped.

No wireless.

I ask a mustache, "Is there a password to the wireless?"

"We don't have internet"

…Now I was in this same coffee shop three weeks ago and got wireless just peachy. Awesome. I drink up my hot coffee and make a few more observations while watching 6th Street go whizzing by.

I'll go back to Fluid Coffee Bar around the corner from apartment. Drive. Phone beeping. Dying… Dying…

Park. Handicapped spot.

Repark. Dying…

Go into stairwell, run down to street level, go for the door… and…

No handle. It was broken off and lying on the ground.

Really?

Up the stairs, around the parking garage, around and around. Dying…

Cross the street. Through other parking garage. Dying…

Tell landlords that handle is broken off. I get a look like, Asshole broke the door and he's blaming it on someone else.

Finally get to MORE caffeination and internet. And a plug for my phone.

No job emails.

No job phone calls.

Good Tuesday.

What Job?

Bachelor of Science in Visual Communication.

Unemployed.

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