Tales from the Second Job

Usually when I do my part-time job, it drains me. This time around, it’s actually been kind of fun. I’m working with a good group of people. There’s this one 24-year-old guy — I’ll call him Ian, because he reminds me of an Ian — who used to be signed with a modeling agency but his career never went anywhere. He’s one of those types that it’s always someone else’s fault. Like, he had a job at a bar for a few days but then his buddy talked him into leaving his shift early to go meet some girls. Shockingly, the bar no longer required his services. Then he showed up hungover at his job at a car dealership and got fired because he couldn’t do his job. He was telling us that he wants to go back to NYC, to see if he can make it as a model. We were all half-assed brainstorming ways he could make money, and someone mentioned sperm donation. He said he actually looked into that while he was in college, but they were going to pay him the same rate — $50 per pop, so to speak — as they pay everyone else, and with his looks and IQ, he just deserved more. I said, “You turned down $50 to jack off?!” The look on his face was priceless (I tend to come across as very sweet and while I wouldn’t say innocent, not nearly as dirty as I am). I’ve been giving him shit for the last week, just because it’s fun, not because I’m interested in him. But it seems to be having an unintended effect, as he seems very intrigued with me. Tonight, he tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hey! I have a question for you: What do you think of Monday through Thursday?” I just stared at him, wondering what the hell he meant. “I mean, do you like those days?” he said, “Or are you just working for the weekend?” He was totally serious. I nearly fell out of my chair, guffawing. Not my normal giggle, a guffaw. Visions of Loverboy filled my head. What a dipshit.

Then there’s this other guy, Jason. I didn’t think too much of him when we first started, esp. since I thought he was working with his wife, as they had the same last name and sat together. But I quickly figured out they were brother and sister. He is headed to Harvard Divinity School on scholarship in the fall. He’s very well-read and well-spoken, and funny as hell and, most importantly, open-minded. I don’t know which denomination he’s associated with, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same one I am (loosely) still tied to. I’m not looking to start anything there, but I may give him my e-mail address. I could use a few more pen-pals lol.

∗ Posted by Monique on 06.19.2006
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Comments: 8

  1. oh behalf of ministers/seminarians/pre-seminarians everywhere, please, help jason maintain a normal life. we need it.

    is that weekend line actually a pickup? am i completely obvlivious or is that line oblivious? i mean, it’s always fun to flirt with cuties - especially if it’s uninvested - but if they’re just totally beyond comprehension… do you ever watch that mtv show 8th and ocean? there is a model on there who sounds like loverboy. reminds me of somebody from college. whee.

    Comment by kat - June 19, 2006 11:43 pm

  2. I’m not sure what the weekend line was. I mean, he’s pretty, but he’s also completely clueless, basically unemployed and 24 years old. He was telling me tonight about his quest to get some Saturday night … he was drunk dialing from 4 to 8 a.m. to no avail. I was like, ummm, I had to make one phone call. That pissed him off LOL.

    Given my current state of mind — i.e. I’m too much of a train wreck to bring someone else into my web of insanity — I’m not going to hit on Jason or anything. God, I’m too out of practice lol. I’ll flirt a little and see how things go. I like to flirt, it’s fun and, at its best, flirting makes everyone feel better. Too bad you’re on opposite coasts or I’d hook you two up. ; )

    Comment by Monique - June 19, 2006 11:47 pm

  3. that was the best comeback line EVER! rock on, babe. prettyboys are just so overrated. and who responds to a booty call at those hours anyhow? ian, just jerk off to the internet or something, sheesh.

    i love to intentionlessly flirt myself. tis good fun. feel free to send jason my blogway if he wants somebody else’s seminary perspective or irreverent discussions of reverent things. odd part? everyone from my college went to harvard div which is why i didn’t go there. my school was no harvard, but i have lived in heaven.

    random addition: i have this whole conspiracy theory that ministers are marrying other little ministers and crating this master race of little ministers (like “cohens”) which rather scares me. i have this on authority, too, since i’m the kid of two pastors. eep.

    Comment by kat - June 20, 2006 4:51 am

  4. Well word press is more fun! And I love having my own site, but where is your cute template?

    Comment by Gidget Bones - June 20, 2006 9:41 pm

  5. Flirting, minister conspiracy theories, weak pick up lines…It’s never a dull read over here!

    Comment by Mr. Fabulous - June 20, 2006 9:54 pm

  6. Gidget, my cute template is waiting for me to spend $100 on it! That’s how much it would cost to have it converted from Blogger to WordPress …. this new look is kinda growing on me. Kinda. lol

    Comment by Monique - June 20, 2006 11:22 pm

  7. Before the Pastor Carl episode hit its low point, a couple of my friends were SO excited I was going out with a pastor. One even started calling me “First Lady Monique” LOL. Another friend still is convinced I would be a good pastor’s wife because I have that oh-so-nice combination of surface niceness with a layer of bitchiness lurking beneath. Actually, most of the pastor’s wives I’ve known are just nice women, sick of being on display and want just to be left alone for a change!

    Hmmm a ministerial master race, huh? As long as they use their powers for good and not Pat Robertson!

    Comment by Monique - June 20, 2006 11:27 pm

  8. well, in order to have a master race to produce offspring there would need to be women ministers involved, thus completely avoiding any of the pat robertson crew. i am not looking forward to being on display myself or having to put a spouse through that. forget booty calls even if they would be from 4-8 am.

    $100? what? buy a pair of shoes at nordies or something. we can totally take stark.

    Comment by kat - June 21, 2006 1:49 am

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