High Five for failure

So work fucked me up so hardcore. Fullstory. (In third person because I'm special) David reads application on the interwebs. "Rise Nightclub seeks staff for functions/promotion" *applies* Larissa phones David offering him a job. She tells him that he'll be working INSIDE the rise as promotional staff for the events at the club that night and function staff when they are on. David asks what he'll be doing exactly because he doesn't want to stand around on a street giving out shit. He's told he won't have to do that. David meets Larissa at the entrance to 'Rise' and she takes him around the corner to this other druggie dungeon club attached/owned by the same people called 'Base'. David is introduced to some really friendly people and he's told that he'll be working the streets giving out flyers for "Basealicious" the club's R&B night which is on that day. David thinks it will only be for an hour or two while it is still early on in the night. David is sent to James Street/William Street corner and stands around in the same spot trying to give progressively more drunk/drug fucked people flyers for 5 hours. David is near death (not really) because he's been standing around in a really humid/warm night without any beverages/rest. (He was told he was getting one but then they changed their mind because the other new employee went home during his and didn't come back because he was also as screwed over as me.) David gets pissed off because he was not only working for a different club, he spent the entire night doing something he was specifically told he wouldn't have to do. Eventually 2:30 comes and David is told he can go home. The last train is at 2pm not 3pm like he thought. Darn. David walks to a taxi stand to get home and does so after the usual 1 hour wait. He taxi pools with some British tourist, a guy who works full time at Bunnings and his girlfriend. The positive aspects: I know where shit is in Northbridge now. The amount of large groups of 18 year old girls that want to know where Connections is amuses me greatly. If anyone is desperate for females I advise going there. You'll be surrounded by girls (both lesbian and otherwise) and there will be no other straight guy in the establishment. Therefore, no competition. I'm now 100% sure that after having 2/2 part time jobs fuck me over so hardcore that I need to work in retail and not hospitality. I have a cool shirt which I bought for working at THE RISE (shame I never actually went inside that place) The people I met were really cool and liked both Gwen Stefani AND Metal like me, I might see some of them at Trivium. The taxi was only $10 because of pooling with people. So I managed to get about $80 overall. Not worth it in my opinion. My family can no longer call me slack for not working for another week or so while I look for another new job. I finally got payed for Robbie Williams :D Monies!!!