Getting Hired

As many college students know, having a job during the summer is a necessary evil unless you want to either
a) literally do nothing for four months, or b) go broke and have to go to community college.

Immediately after I arrived home from the DYT, I applied to 15-20 places.  This was the second week of May. And then, pretty much, I just waited.  I called places, and I continued to apply to places, and I assumed it was pretty hopeless.  I was feeling pretty pathetic about money in general and that I was going to be such a burden to my parents, then the worst and best possible thing that could've happened, happened to me.

I got a call two weeks later...

...from Dairy Queen.  They called me in for the interview the next day.  I was ecstatic! I was going to have a job, for pretty much the first time in my life (nanny jobs aside), and more importantly, I was going to be making money. 
(As a quick aside, I hope you don't think that I am materialistic because I seem to think that money is so important here. It's more of a life necessity at this point, considering college is pretty much just spending lots of money.)
Anyways, I was so excited about this call, and figured the interview would be fairly simple.  I should have been clued in about what I was getting myself into when they called me back a half hour later to verify what time my interview was because they had already forgotten.  30 minutes later, and they had forgotten when they had set up an interview with me..even though THEY had scheduled the time.

Naive to what might be coming in my future, I still remained excited.  I went to the interview, which was approximately 5 minutes long, and all they needed was to verify that I was not a total creeper and was competent enough to give them my schedule and I was hired.

The forgotten time of the interview, the simplicity of the interview itself, the schedule handwritten on a ragged paper on the wall, the starting on the next day with little to no training, and the other people who worked there and gave me somewhat judging looks should have given me a clue-in to how my summer and the beginning of my job there at the DQ were going to be, but it was only the beginning of the summer that wouldn't kill me.