But first, the job search.
I checked the Nutcracker Sweets kiosk to see if they were hiring. They had a sign stating they were. They had a big neon sign claiming that they were open. They also had a complete lack of any people behind the counter, so I waited a good ten minutes. Still no employees show up. I decided that waiting around a completely empty kiosk for ten minutes was stupid, and left. So, no free candies for Nick.
Next up was Radio Shack. No need for anybody there, and besides, they pay on commission. I am not a good salesman.
My last hope was an arcade called Pocket Change, seein' as how my brother is a Manager there, and found out about the anti-nepotism policy there. Gorrammit.
So, now that that is out of the way, let me tell you about the feeling of crushing despair I recieved.
I went to Waldenbooks, to check out if they had any new Origami books, and wound up wandering into the Skiffy section. Being a fanboy, I looked for Heinlein.
Four books. Four books. That is all they had. Four books.
Beyond this Horizon
For Us, the Living
Stranger in a Strange Land
I went back to Pocket Change to report this to my brother, and he just looked at me and said, "...and?"
He then proceeded to tell me that Heinlein isn't popular anymore, and that I shouldn't be surprised.
To prove his point, he asked the guy playing chess against him if he had heard of Heinlein.
Chess Guy: Who?
Brother: Alright, how 'bout Ray Bradbury?
B: Frank Herbert?
B: Rudyard Kipling?
Me: *quietly sobbing*
B: C.S. Lewis?
CG: Is that a band?
Me: *pounds head against wall*
B: Edgar Rice Burroughs?
CG: Dude, is your brother okay?
B: Michail Crichton?
B: Alright. 'Sha Ne Ne'[character from the TV show 'Martin']
CG: Yeah. I know about Shanene.
B: *turns to me* Now do you believe me?
Me: I'm... just gonna go home and cry now...
So, yeah. Definitely a painful day there. My only hope for happiness is my date with Stacie tonight.