My Prospects are Lookin' Good

Since I'm unemployed I have made a schedule for myself to follow daily as a person once told me my full time job is finding a job, so I work 8 to 5 (or 9 or 10, really when I wake up). It begins each morning with making the daily schedule while I eat breakfast. The morning usually involves making follow up calls to firm's that I have sent things to and leaving messages on their voicemail (btw how many messages is too many? I mean I'm using the philosophy that the squeaky wheel gets the oil, but they may just take me off and put a new wheel on). There may also be some cover letter writing going on. I'm getting so bored writing cover letters that I'm starting to get creative with them, which could be bad. I'm thinking about starting one with Hire Me. I'm Awesome. Thanks. Wouldn't it be funny if that landed me a job?

Then I usually take a lunch break. I tend to give myself 2 hours for this. I mean I'm unemployed WHY NOT? So, yesterday I was craving some sushi, but didn't want to pay a lot for it. So I went to yelp.com (you all should use it) and looked up cheap sushi and found a chain of places called Ru San's which got mixed reviews. Not being a food snob I decided to check it out. I mean they have a $10 all you can eat sushi buffet. That there ladies and gents should have been my first warning.

I arrive at Ru San's and they seat me at the Sushi bar where the sushi artists can stare at me while I eat, which they did. After consuming some dried out, unidentified sushi (I mean even though it was bad I needed to get my $10 worth) and some fried bananas I was getting ready to pay the bill when the oldest sushi master bats his eyes at me and asks my name while the younger sushi sans (I'm totally making this Japanese language stuff up. I hope I'm not offending anyone) giggle (okay they were men, so they didn't exactly giggle). Here's what this guy kinda looked like for those of you who are not visual people:





The older guy then procedes to flirt with me in an old man way and tells me to come back many times. So, at least I can get an old Japanese sushi chef at the world's worst sushi restaurant. I'm feeling really confident about my prospects in the dating world. I wonder if there is a bad Italian restaurant where I could pick up some ragazzi?