Special Delivery

This morning at work, all I had to do was drive the truck and make donut deliveries. Didn't have to answer to anyone. Just me driving around while listening to Them Crooked Vultures. Another reason that I like doing deliveries is that I get to be the mysteriously cute delivery guy. You know who I'm talking about. The guy involved in the subplot of a romantic comedy that is restricted to the lines, "Morning," and "Sign here, please." There are some cashier girls who look forward to me hauling in a shipment every morning because it gives them a few moments to fantasize and forget about their wasted lives. That's the guy I demand to be and I demand to get my regular rate of $7.75 an hour to do it.

None of that might matter though. You see, earlier this week I had a job interview with a finance firm called Destiny Infinity. They help people with credit restoration and financial advisement. I would work as a direct assistant to one of the agents. Not like when I was a money mule. I've actually met him. He subscribes to a lot of my life's philosophies and appreciates my flair for creativity. The majority of the clientele is single mothers. The people over at Destiny Infinity are very personable and they have a genuine passion for helping people who need it. This is exactly the kind of environment I want to be a part of. Plus, I could stand to learn a thing or two about learning finances. These days, finances are incorporated into every facet of your life. I have a second interview with the board of directors next week so here's hoping my days at Dunkin' Donuts are numbered. I burned myself pretty good on the oven last week and there will be a scar. I'm going to have to tell chicks that I fought something firey like a hell demon or a charizard.

One last note, I inquired about studying film at Miami International University. Their program seems pretty solid on paper. I also had a very lengthy conversation with the program director and she sold me pretty well on the idea of moving back home and shooting flicks like Dan Eckman told me for the next few years. Things are looking brighter.

"Man, you better get yourself a castrato for this, 'cause it's a little out of my range."