The random ramblings of a wanna-be author.

So this didn't exactly happen at work, but it's about work, so I'll put it under here.

After I got off last night, I got in the car and Mom looked at me. "So did Mike hire anybody to replace Jeanette yet?"

"Nobody that's lasted."

"What would he say if I applied?"

I stared at her for a couple of seconds. "He wouldn't hire you, I'd give you a bad recommendation, say you get made and yell a lot." I had completely spaced the fact that as she works at the bank that our paychecks come from, they knew each other and got along pretty well. "Besides, you'd only get like ten hours a week, what with the bank and all, and since you've never worked fast food before in you're life, minimum wage."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "What's minimum wage again?"

"I think it just went up to $6.90."

"So that's $69 a week..."

She spent the rest of the ten minute ride home working out that with that and the raise she should be getting next month, she could put an extra $600 dollars on the car every month.

I told Mike that Mom wants a job and he just laughed...and handed me an application.

*headdesks*