on to the next shop

Last week, I was sitting in my office and my phone starts to cell phone starts to ring so of course being the diligent worker I pick up the call from a number i do not recognize. What to you know it is the ice cream shop, (Name not included because I do not want out anyone laundry mat) and the owner want to come in to talk about a job. I think to myself this could be fun, or at least interesting since Rich had supplied me with a list of suggestions for my work conditions. I had some simple conditions to working there; had to pick my hours, don't care what my pay is but I want reasonable unlimited ice cream (Milkshakes and water ice) while working, and i get to pick the channel on the TV. I also wanted to put beach house on my tip jar and have a "competition" with the other workers. I get there and walk in introduce myself and he says you do you actually want a here because that application was the strangest thing anyone has ever submitted here to try and get a job. Of course, I laugh a bit and tell him I want the job a nice evening gig to compliment my day job to get that vacation home sooner. He responds: "good, I actually need somebody that I can trust to close up the shop so I don't have to be here every night at midnight." Now we move behind the counter and he tells me to make medium in a cup. I already know the machine works at an ounce per second and they have the size charts to the right of the machine (one of stupid high schooler checks it every time a group orders more than 2 sizes at a time) so I've this one in the bag no problem. Medium is 6 ounces, put the cup on the scale and boom 6.2. Next test ice cream cone with sprinkles. Do the cone and take the spoon to sprinkle the sprinkles on. Mistake, cones are a dip and twist to get a better even spread. Give that a try and the ice cream fails off. Noooooooo, too wide a base need to do it skinner and taller. This correct cone looks ugly, not sure I like were this guy is leading me. He has me scoop some ice cream just show i have the arm strength to scoop the stuff. After this we go into the back to talk about the details. Start with compensation, he offers $10 an hour plus splitting tips with the people you work with. Fine, but I tell him I want to work with the 2 college blondes and the skinny brunette, not the high school guy. (Turns out the high schooler is his soon) He laughs says he can't make any guarantees on who I work with. Now here is the hiccup, guess you could say deal breaker. A requirement for the job is you have to work at least one weekday day shift, noon to 6. Well that was never going to happen. Tell him my other job not going to let me take time off to work at an ice cream shop it nights and weekends only. Says store rule everyone has to do a day shift or no one would ever do them. Tell him we at an impasse and thank you for the time and the ice cream. I got to eat my samples earlier. Walk out and regret that I never got to ask my other stupid request. So now I am considering my other options to waste away nights during the summer. It's either go to another store or get membership at a golf course. I am leaning to the second option, there is a public course 5 minutes from the office that's not bad and a decent transition to nicer private club.