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I just came back from my trip.
"But what trip?", you say?
Well, I took today off from my non-PRS job to head on down to Knoxville to go job hunting of sorts.
Of course, I'm going to blog about it. Whether or not you needed to know every boring, mundane detail about my trip... you're getting it anyway. I'm THAT nice a guy.
So, I wake up early this morning and take the local bus down to the station to wait for the Greyhound. Having never ridden a Greyhound before, I wasn't sure what to expect. What I got was your typical bus: hard seats, cramped space, etc. I'm not even going to describe the bathroom. (Trust me, you can live without those details.) At least the ride was short, and finally I arrive in Knoxville at noon. And typical, the bus stop is at the part of Knoxville that one would describe as "unsafe." Why are bus stations normally at the most unsavory parts of town? I don't get it.
Now, I lived in Knoxville for a time in the late-90s/early-00s, and I rode the city's bus system quite a bit back in the day. But that was a while ago (4+ years to be exact), so you'd expect the driver to be a bit understanding when he realizes I'm on the wrong bus, right? WRONG. "You on the wrong damn bus! I don't head towards that part of town!" Yes, I actually got yelled at within 30 minutes of my return back. On the flip side, at least he didn't offer to suck my dick. (Sadly, that happened a few years ago while waiting for the bus; a little old black guy actually came up to me in broad daylight and asked "Want me to suck your cock?" Although this was the Lost Virginal Years, I wasn't THAT desperate for sex, so I'm sure I bummed him out when I turned him down.)
After finally getting on the right bus, I'm on my way towards where I need to go. And where I need to go was the public radio station located on the campus of the University of Tennessee. And finding anything on the University of Tennessee campus is akin to drinking milk with a fork: incredibly frustrating and aggravating. But I did manage to find the place, and I handed in my resume and CD to the manager.
And... that was it. He said thanks and walked away. No questioning, no "so tell me about your experience," no nothing. A 2 hour bus ride for THAT? I'd almost consider the trip a waste if it wasn't a homecoming of sorts.
Well now I had a LOT of time to kill. Which meant hitting all my old haunts to kill that time. The main strip near the campus with all the restaurants and college bookstores. The local mall where I worked 3 jobs. The Borders book store I used to hang out at all the time. (Most rational people hang out at a bar or a club. I hung out at a bookstore. No wonder I was such a loser.) The local Bed Bath & Beyond, another place I hung out at. (See what I mean?) And the old McDonalds I worked at for close to 2 years. My old manager was even there, but he was too busy to talk to me. Knowing him, that's not a shock, actually.
The only place I didn't hit was my old house. I didn't want to see it anyway. Maybe next time.
So now I'm done with the visit, and it's time to go home. BUT WAIT! The bus to take me home was late. And not only that, but the lady driving it was a rude bitch who screamed orders and actually told the riders "I'm not in a good mood, so today's not your day to piss me off!" Real sweetheart, no? But we all did manage to get on and home, with hearing some guy talking about how "fucking awesome" his oral sex skills are being the lone highlight of the bus ride home.
Sadly, the bus doesn't go near my house, so after getting off, it was the long (4 miles!) walk home, with a stop at Subway for dinner. And now I sit, exhausted and relaxed.
So was the trip worth it? If it was solely for the job hunt, then no, because that was a disappointment. But again, this was a minor homecoming, and it was nice to see the city I'd like to live in again, if only for the solid job market. Who knows, I might even do it again.
Because if all the orange in that town didn't repel me before, it won't now.
"Today may be the first day of the rest of your life, unless you live on the other side of the International Date Line, then yesterday was the first day of the rest of your life."- Larry Andersen
8/12/2006 5:13 am
Well, hopefully the station manager will look over the resume and CD with an open mind and you'll hear something from them. But at least it was a trip down memory lane! |
8/12/2006 12:12 pm
So, I wake up early this morning and take the local bus down to the station to wait for the Greyhound. Having never ridden a Greyhound before, I wasn't sure what to expect. What I got was your typical bus: hard seats, cramped space, etc. I'm not even going to describe the bathroom..... just try being a woman on that bus... with those bathrroms... with kids |
HEY!!! I happen to love borders!!!!..........it is one of the things i do when i 'go out'