Numbtindoughland

I forgot to tell you the Numbtindoughland story.

So Numbtindoughland is about a fifteen minute walk due east of my apartment. I mean DUE east. It's on the same street.

I love Numbtindoughland. I've been several times already, just browsing, enjoying all the different things there are to see in the store. It probably doesn't hurt that I've been playing Numbtindough video games since I was still in short pants. It's marvelous.

I got to thinking, "Hmm. I wonder if they're hiring for seasonal part-time help any time soon. The pay is probably peanuts but it might be really fun to work in one of the most impressive video game stores in America."

I asked one of the clerks about possible part-time work.

"You have to apply through the Numbtindough corporate website," came the reply.

I decided I didn't like his response. I went upstairs and asked another clerk.

"You have to apply through the Numbtindough corporate website," came the reply.

I called my parents that night. They asked what I had been up to and if I was enjoying myself. I mentioned the whole Numbtindoughland thing--you had to apply online, but I only had limited access with my Blockberry so I'd probably have to forget the whole thing.

The End





Actually, that's where it WOULD have ended if not for my mother's efforts.

In our next phone call, she gave me the news.

"I submitted an online application for you to work at Numbtindoughland!"

"What? You did? That's great!"

"Yes! I couldn't find your business resume though, so I sent them your acting resume instead."

"Wait...what?"

"I think it makes you seem very interesting. I'd call you in for an interview if I were hiring."

I felt like I was in one of those sitcoms where the well-intentioned parents meddle in their grown children's lives and hilarity ensues. You know. Like accidentally replacing the main character's important business presentation CD with baby pictures of him in the bathtub.

I was about to sarcastically ask if she included a headshot, but I left it alone. There was no way Numbtindoughland would ever take me seriously now. I'd just have to be happy with model--er--temp work.

Last week, however...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Me: (answering the phone) Hello?

Woman: Hello, may I speak with Forky please?

Me: Speaking.

Woman: My name is Henrietta Hammersmith and I'm calling from the Numbtindough corporate offices about your resume posting for seasonal part-time work. You sound very interesting. We'd like you to come in for an interview.


After a phone interview with Ms. Hammersmith and an interview at the actual store (which I blazed through with flying colors, I might add), I have one final interview to go this Thursday afternoon.

Maybe next time I'll think twice before getting frustrated with my mother. Thanks, Mom! You're the best!

I'll keep you guys posted. I expect I'll be hopping on turtles and shooting fireballs before long.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some...*ahem* temp work I need to get back to. And I don't have to worry about Mom sending them naked baby pictures of me because...well...

You know.