Champ, your mother and I think it's time for you to get a job. Get dressed. I'm driving you to several places to look for one, and I won't take no for an answer.
It's simply a matter of showing up, speaking with the manager, looking him in the eye, giving him a firm handshake, and telling him that you want the job.
I have a stomach ache.
this is pretty much what happened to me and i actually got a job
Champ, you can buy whatever you want when you get a job. I figure we have a pre-job hunt meal over at Chick-Fil-A. Your favorite. Whaddya say I get us two Grilled Chicken Sandwich meals with two Sweet Teas and eight pieces of Chick-Fil-A sauce? No tendies, Champ. Fried food is a one way ticket to an early grave on the high cholesterol express. I know it's the holiday season and everyone's gonna be using that as an excuse to chow down on everything, but that's no reason for you to break discipline. You need to be fit and focused on landing a job. Hey, cashier, we're skipping the tendies today, but we'll have a salad to go. Good idea, right? *pokes your stomach* Ha, ha.
I'm afraid that's not the only reason why I brought you here, Champ. While we're ordering, you might as well ask the manager to see if they have any openings here. It'll give you an opportunity to practice what you've learned so far: Stand up straight, speak with him about the job, give him a firm handshake, and tell him you'll be the best hire they'll ever make. Whaddya mean 'why do I have Chick-N-Strips in my hand?' These are for the dog, Champ. You can buy whatever you want when you get that first paycheck.
These threads always give me a smile.
Sometimes I wonder if the guy in the stock photo knows about these threads.
I-I dont want to
Man, I wish. Bet he'd like it.
This is too real.
All my dad ever told me was "you can't trust anyone but yourself". That was the complete summation of his life advice for me. And he never called me champ either, sad