Reverting back to my high school days

After graduating from college, I always thought that I was saying goodbye to any jobs requiring a uniform, hair net, plastic name tag, or any other of the trappings of low-paying jobs that only college students and the desperately poor are willing to do. Sadly, I was wrong because I've decided that I need to get a part-time job.

It's scary, I know, and it will be hard to go back to wearing a plastic name tag and fake smile all the time. But if I'm ever going to be able to afford a new computer and a new car (because let's face it, the one I have now is currently being held together by duct tape in several places -- same with my computer), my newspaper salary just isn't going to cut it.

I'm not going to do anything too drastic though -- like sign on to work at McDonalds for $5 an hour only to come home covered in grease and smelling like a stale french fry. No, I'm shooting for something seasonal, so that once I realize that the job sucks, which will probably only take about a month at the most, at least I will only have to continue putting up with it through the Christmas holiday hoopla.

I sent my resume to Hickory Farms and Shopko -- who ever thought that my miserable experience working as a cashier at Earl May would come in handy? Now I can say I have cash register experience. That makes me a hot commodity on the crappy part-time jobs market.